You tell me br Your heart that loves me br Is pure as dew water; br You tell me br You scribe my name, br There on every page, br Every new chapter br br All scripts, br Written on water, br Melt away, br As soon as they enter, br Be they rich sweet or loving; br That really doesn't matter br br You accuse me br A man of heart of stony walls; br I agree, br I hold no pretensions br Against your silly words; br They only amuse br br You listen; br I engrave you red br On my solid heart; br That would last, br Won't fade away; br My heart stony; br So what? br br br May 24th 2008br br Kesav Venkat Easwaranbr br