The Phantom

Needless of your seduction I have fallen; Deep in the ocean of love; I awaken. Do you know this feeling you have arisen? Coming forth like a caterpillar from its cocoon Such, is my sweet sorrow story, Told even by the cowry, Engendered by love’s mystery; Played to the gallery of misery How I wished this was not a phantom Already, it would have blossom Never to be obstructed by the storm Yes! I would cherish it to doom