My love,
my heart burns
like a spring leaf;
sending up smoke
in the hope
you may look my way.
A pink flower sits,
ever so daintily
in water;
its stem blurred
by the effects
of its demise.
But!
Not for one minute
does its beauty
pause;
my heart burns
like a spring leaf;
A pink flower sits,
ever so daintily
in water;
of its demise.
Not for one minute
does its beauty
pause;