Arousal Poem by Artchil Daug

Of heaven's light, the morning smiles beauty
the flower's dance upon the sight of you,
whose eyes cast spell beneath that purity,
looks so tender that fills my soul anew.

Facing ideals with an angel's breath,
humbles this heart in winds' whisper;
to you I can soothe and kiss away death,
in no cloud of desire can it hinder.

But how I wish to kiss those rosy lips,
that prolific and burning temptation;
thy sweet sculpture and the fire it equips
fill this mind with turbulent addiction;

For the happiness thy raw splendor brings,
offers confusion between love and things.