The first time I saw your face
Fervor pierced my heart.
Your warmth stitched my wounds,
With the needle of time
The dark sky resembled
A painted bee hive,
With silky-good wishes
And droplets of light
Dead flowers rose
And bloomed on that night.
For the star of the sun,
Shone deep in her eyes.
She was a campfire
On the frozen shores of life
Lighthearted-in love;
He was a fragile dragonfly;
Beguiled by her beauty;
With no ears for the wise
He thought her crimson lips;
Would not dare to tell a lie.
