Krishna Gopala Radhe Shyam

I know now why I love so much. I love Krishna.

I know now why I long so much to love another. I love Krishna.

I know now why day and night I pine and brood inside myself. Krishna.

I have been looking all over, where is he, where is he. He is in me, Krishna.

Radha longs for Krishna's gentle touch, to make love to her, in the silence of her own mind. 

Brooding, heavy in the heat of the late summer night, alone in my tent, contemplating my love. 

I know now, Krishna. He is the man, the counterpart I yearn for with every ounce of my energy. My heart is aflame burning with desire that no man could ever fill. No love can counteract the love that Krishna gives to me. He is my all, he is my everything. 

When I am Radha, Krishna comes. 

When I abandon my hopeless, unquenchable, human appetites and desires, Krishna comes. He fills my heart with a music, a song that no other can sing. He sings though me, he kisses my lips with the cool breeze and he covers my aching soul with a balm so soothing. My hearts is only at rest when Krishna comes. 

He comes like a thief in the night I have been told but for me, Krishna comes as the melter of my heart. The most attractive, beloved, kindest, sweet, intimate, loving, caring partner. Krishna comes to me in the sweetness of meditation, my early morning quiet contemplations. When I long to be held or to be heard, he comes to me, in form. It’s no wonder I love thee friend, it’s no wonder I so deeply love you. You are Krishna. And if I have ever treated you as anything but, please accept my apologies.

I am Radha today, I was Radha yesterday and every time I remember, Krishna comes.

I love you, I love you, I love only you. Krishna.