She that nurtured my heart to love,
She that taught me to walk by her path.
Reassuring my beating chest to calmness and care.
Of solitude with her, where cherry tree blossoms and leaves that withers.
She is a rare flower found with the lilies, roses and daffodils.
Like a gift of rain in summer, a cold breeze in autumn,
An aroma of seasoned flowers, a fragrance of ajar meadowsweets.
I asked thee too much to be mine, not to lose her in changing seasons.
Life of her and her presence makes my face glow.
My blood to rush like an overpowering river.
Distances matters not but steps taken to meet her does.
My life be a flaw but thy life be a symbol of perfection; Do I love her?
Yes! For thee is cold in summer and warm in winter.
Rest in thy lover’s chest and find thy breathing rhyme with my beating heart.