Crucified in Six Directions Remembering You

Wherever I go, you are there; wherever I arrive, you are there. Your memory flows in the fragrance of my heart, your scent is always and everywhere. When I did not see you, my reason went mad and I became intoxicated. Tell me, how have you seen yourself in the mirror with patience? I want you because I am only well with you; my poetry is always with you and cherished. Crucified in six directions remembering you, crucified in the cross-shaped eyes.