We've spoken each language of love,
Painted ourselves in all its hues
A thousand times you've plundered my heart
And then again a few
Just like I have done you.
Love, just like I have done you.
And if at an elusive brink,
Is a repentance I seek
For all our faults
Some yours and all of mine
Will you still hold my hand
Yet one more time
For you; my love, my mightiest enemy
It is in healing you, that i heal me.

- Rema Nair