In the eyelids of the blossom
Lurks the anguish left by a bygone
Spring season, where its joy and passion
Convoked and left sad reveries.
The manifold cellars of enthralling
remembrances hold in its
Chambers, the romantic moments
That went past through the past seasons.
Don't you recognize the breeze that
Carries the sandalwood fragrance
Encircling you, trying to blot out
the tear drops lurking in your eyes,
By its erotic embraces and vibrant kisses
All over you, and on your cheeks
With the frenzy of an avid paramour ?
Love is always a spasm caused by the trembling of
An unknown thorn stuck in the heart;
And even when aching, it gives a comfort
From the honey it drips into the emotions.
You dwell in me, as I diffuse in you
And our boundary walls softly and gradually
Dissolve into nothingness, removing the barriers.
If you are away, far away from me
You will dearly hold me through every moments,
And will hanker for the dream that brings me to your side.
When there is parting, love will erupt fiercely
As a wild fire and invite a typhoon into its midst,
Remaining inside the sinews like a wall of fire.
Love becomes a spring blossoming with tears
In the eyelids, and without the pangs of love,
Love will wilt like the summer blooms.