I’m lonely; you too; Yet, this need not be the cause,
You love me, vice versa; We’re a collage of art!
Hearts ours, hot magnets, get attracted; Pulled; no pause,
Sensations, like wild horses, gallop; Let us halt!

My being turns brutal; do not clutch my feelings!
Let us loot these locking looks that freeze our heartbeat!
Body less-touched; hearts-nursed; Platonic-pack-dealings,
Should be our love; not lava-violent lust-heat…

Let’s love, like lovebirds; body-heart pure, genuine!
Love isn’t a ferine impulse! Mars-Venus union!
Elemental! Masculine meeting Feminine!
Near-far; joy-pain! It’s a symbol of full fusion!

Heart full; mind thrill; my life on lips to you I give!
My all, soothing my path, I know, for me you live!

(I have imagined a possible communication by Anna with Etienne on her love)
(Sonnet)