Tender sunshine of that spring
Forever cast you into my eye’s ring…
Somthered by your beauty might,
Broke down at your stunning sight.
Love was the stranger whom I sent to your eye
That bore me the twin of misery and delight.
Meeting you:
All was lost; all was found.
Sleepless at night,
Under the sun I dreamed;
Tasteless at table,
Bottles of liquor I drained.
Tears timely smear all around
As I invite you to my mind,
Loneliness the heart does not feel,
Your essence overwhemls with enchanting thrill.
Can anyone’s brush
Capture your splendour by a tenth;
Is the throbbing Kiss
An incarnation of our past stance?
Werther’s letters bellow
Lynching desolation that is scarcely new;
The Great Fugue express
Silent despiration that I discern too well!
A wandere among daunting void,
I longed for a free spirit to confide.
The raindrop is refreshing enough,
The lightning is shinning through,
In upbringing Mistral wind of life
Newborn strengths entwine us tight.
Do women make fine wine -
A jibe for the Dionysian seraph.
Dawn of spring;
Dusk of winter;
Crucible noon of high summer -
Preludes of ripeness in serene October.
Love has a price consisting of youth’s flesh
To gain a prize comparable by nothing else.
Knowing you:
All is lost; all is found.