The heart is where it lives
Sticky, stagnant and adamant
As unyielding lines on frail leaves
Our ardent love

Her eyes as the rays from moonlit
Her hyacinth hair as the cottons of heaven
Just as the white lily crystal lake
she lies beautiful

The Dead, Dying... Death
The visitor that appalls
Even when foreseen

Your body bleeds beauty
Dripping grace and splendor
Oh how much i adore
your seemliness
Enclosed in your depths...

Your elegance shed softly
As weary leaves
Escaping weeping branches,
Scents of luring strewn fragments
Caresses my craving,
I have eaten from the crumbs of ardor

Amidst their struggle still to gain
Their tears have sunk for the suddenly slain
Sprinkled drops of warm red rain
The edge that stirs up a vast deep pain
Though our fragile hearts break again
They lie in our thoughts like a mild wild flame
Even as they return the way they came
Our minds were the graves they've always lain

When the heart strives to love
Then it grows weary in its try
For love comes to it naturally
Knowing its feeble feet

But when love seeks the heart
Her ***** surrenders to it
It stands still in its fervent beats
And embraces love with a natural feat

Therefore be calm, tender heart, be calm
Chase not the chaser with frail strides
But be still and resist its charm
Beckon to its pace with your rhythm so sweet