The Shape

The rose blooms for a few days The wind will blow her perfume away Left in the admirer an affection; And the sweet aroma in meditation My Dear… I want to caress you with nice words But I could not find any bywords If I could get ones To whisper near your ears They would be an illusive cheer Because today you’re like a pretty rose Next day your aroma will be away Just your beauty, in my heart, will stay. A life surrounded by friends But seems lonesome Flourish together Then finally fall apart. My Dear… The Universe is not our Heaven. Earth gives us the air to live But not for survive Should we arrogantly admire just the shape? Let us fasten heart to heart, Let us unite soul to soul, Love and live together In the spiritual world, Wait for our final day…