Love...
it took away
my sight for life
unheededly,
it rooted into
the eyeholes of mine
till it reached my core of life;
the heart
I already gifted to you.
You see,
I placed it upon
your very hands,
and, for now on, it is ready
to break out into blossom.
It waits for you to deflower it.
Your sweet lips are like
the tulip of woe: I wish
to seal them with mine
unheededly, just to make
them palmy and bloom again.
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