It’s a warm glimpse
so tender, innocent
and dark blue
in your eyes
...
Like a pink bud rose
Unaware of its beauty
You sleep in those arms
...
Those mellifluous flowered love words
You whisper sweetly, softly to my ears
Like these buzzing bees fluttering down
...
O my love, I always miss you
Through this misty morning
Of your passionate rosy lips
...
Hatred slowly sharpens
Its sword at a corner
As heart softly warms
...
I always remember
That magic geometry
Of your enchanted face
Which softly bewitches me
...