Translated, This. 2

Male:
The flowers that I draw, my dear, are fragnant,
And the fire that I draw may scald thy fingers;

Female:
If all that are inanimate,
Are thus brought to life,
What shalst become of me,
Who breathes life?

M:
You are a painting,
That takes my breathe away.

M:
Dots unite with dots,
To become the painting;
Heart unites with heart,
To become the poem;

F:
Every line has a part,
In the big picture;
And when everythings gets connected,
It becomes Love.

M:
With blue,is the sky painted;
In what colour do we,
Paint our Love?

F:
Come,touch my shyness,
With your fingers,
And with that colour,
Let’s paint our Love.

F:
Where resides the painting’s life?

M:
It resides in the eyes of the beholder.

F:
Where resdides the Love, in the feminine?

M:
It resides there, where man has not touched.

F:
You are the one who paints,
And then captures the heart of the feminine.

M:
Come my Love, and unite,
Like the rain drop,
That escaped the cloud,
To join the earth’s lap;

This is the translation of a song from the movie “Anbe Sivam”(which means ‘Love is God’). Such beauty, such depiction… couldn’t help it; again.