Your kindness is as a tender kiss , during a soft rain , before a gentle death,
To which I cling to, as a last petal under a strong gale to the head of its lover as it weaves back and forth. When the blush of my cheeks has passed I shall ask for your lips to color my face with the depth of your beauty's accents. And I shall paint my world with your eyes for that is the only world I desire to look upon. And the currency of my heart shall last till my last breath is mixed with yours like vapor to heaven's midnight clouds.
