I was a boy with a young Chocobar,

He was a Sahib, from English stars.

He bought the frost from my humble hand,

And a fire was lit in my native land.

He traded his coin for my chocolate's chill,

And asked for my name, on a sudden whim.

A bridge we built, in a world apart,

And he stole the beat from my Hindu heart.

They whisper of Dharma, they speak of our shame,

Two different worlds, and one single flame.

I cannot repent, though they pull me apart,

For he stole the beat from my Hindu heart.

So let Karma judge, when this brief life is through,

For a love that was true, if not lawful or true.

He’ll return to his mists, I’ll remain in the heat,

With the taste of his love, both bitter and sweet.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5781390&forum_id=2,5#49314335)