What love is like to me?
To me, love is like an endless, mystical garden So divine and pretty you won't believe when you see
Where there are thousands of flowers you can pick,
but only a few will fit
Strolling through, wearing nothing but a white dress of fresh linen,
resting at the edge of old fountains
Pink ribbons in my hair, climbing up marble stairs and listening to the bittersweet
melody of Clair Silver twilight shines gloomy through the elder trees,
it all seems like a heavenly dream But as if you are walking further and further,
everything seems stranger and stranger Barefoot and unarmed,
freezing and half-starved
Trying to catch some butterflies to fill up
the emptiness inside
Daisies and violets on the wayside, but deep down you know there is only one flower
that's worth your pride Years passing by, still on the strive
Your legs hurting, your eyes bawling
The leaves of the trees have fallen, Laying rotten on the bottom and turning
The pastel-green meadows into a Patchwork Carpet
O darling, where lies your target?
Black widow-spiders spin their silver web,
Where does all this sorrow end?
The clouds darken up the sun, Gather up your dress and run!
And I ran and ran through the garden,
mad and upset like a hurricane. My soles sore, my knees in bruises as I fell,
Rollin down the hills, no Eden just hell
Coming back to my senses,
my eyes widened as I saw white fences
An ornate gate,
Tears running down my face
Golden and sweet like lemonade
Is this happiness? Statues of green jade,
Picturing Armor, Aphrodite and Persephone
As entering the holy space,
angels sing soft serenades
sapphire colored ponds, platted with waterlilies
Graceful nymphs and dainty fairies,
weeping willows, trees of cherries,
and as my gaze wandered further, I doubt being lucid
There between the pink peonies and white tulips:
The one and only red flower of cupid
Hella heart eyes pupils, making my way through it, Blinded and stupid
Finite when I kneeled right in front of her I O god my rose had thorns!
realized:
Picking her up, my skin giving in Red rubies, deadly sin
Dyeing my white dress drop by drop blood-red
Vivid violins in my head
Does love really feel like that? The pain making you alive and at the same time,
you wish you were dead? I am afraid, the answer for me, is yes
Golden tress, Torn dress,
But all I felt was pure bless And after all this time
I have finally arrived
In my own corrupt illusion Of paradise
