The Equilibrium of Absence

Watching the fine contours of your face,
I tremble at the beauty of your perfections.
The sight of you, in front of me,
Seems unreal like the floating pearls in the sky.
Feigning indifference to your breathtaking presence,
Would be like to ignore a jasmine in the slums.
When can the inequalities of our statures be balanced?
Is our love enough to bring us to a state of impassioned equilibrium?
Is that enough to face the world and keep us bonded?