• Your beauty blossoms as the Blue Lotus in the purest hopes of Spring.
    My heart follows your whimsical voice as Gold followed Midas
    The proud sparrows flutter as if carrying Aphrodite's golden chariot
    The beating of your heart brings me fathomless joy, which I carry through eternity
    I am filled with desire that someday I may be a glove upon your hand if only to brush your cheek

    As my fingertips fall from from your cheek it reminds me of your love, I cherish the last of your whims in the silence of my misery

    My heated tears leap to the desolate earth.I wait in the lustrous moonlight for your secret engagement,so that we may kiss as lovers,Heart to heart,tears to tears,
    in search of our sensational reality of our love.