Your love is like a tulip.
As you hold me, I feel free from pain;
Free from thorns that keep the wounds alive when holding it tight.
As you stare at me, you appreciate the natural beauty of me;
Beauty that blooms in your sight, a rare beauty which hid on others' eyes.

Tulip had withered nonstop, but its fragrant leaves on.
While time long past, odorous love of yours remains.
Your love is like a tulip.
As you smell me, scent reminds memories;
That keeps flashing in mind.
As the time flies, I sniff the potpourri and your love lingers in the air.