Joy
Hope the flower opposite the bulrush
smiles like my love for the verdure
cypress plays tenderly with the rays
graves became fragrant wedding chambers
pulse of the forest gallop of a doe
next to where we two lied down
wild lilies dripped their souls
a bloody rose my joy’s bloom.
I see the breeze playing with your hair
deep are your eyes as I find
the path of my life this April
I no longer fear for the anemone
which wilts in the love of life
as I charge to drink the nectar of your lips.
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