I see
the gray edges of the mountain
covered in the red autumn leaves
falling down my window.
If I touch the bare branches,
the flaking peel of the bark,
the majestic land reminds me of home.
If I know one thing,
home is where the heart is,
so listen up for I want you to know my heart sings.
It croons the songbird's tune,
reflecting the crystal moon
while singing the sad blues,
resonating to the million stars.
The deep, rich melody carries me to you,
sailing through isles,
on black music notes
where a little boat waits for you.
If suddenly,
you change your mind,
don't worry because I've already forgotten you.
But if each minute,
every hour of the day,
my name crosses your mind,
evoking past memories unfolding through time.
My smile filled with such warm sweetness
it tugs at the white strings of your heart.
My love.
Oh, my precious love.
In me the fire burns bright,
igniting the crisp body of a log,
carrying me to gray ash floating weightless in the air.
Well, now,
what I'm trying to say,
I feel that you belong to me,
and I belong to you,
so without further implications
my heart is yours as long as you love me.
