I look in your heart For the first, to the last Before I try to glance Through the door of your Soul.
I try to collect the crystals From your deepest corners You have so many beautiful Flowers, in your soul garden
You, so afraid to water these Inhibiting them to fully grow And bloom with their full divinity.
I collect all the fallen petals Of your roses and oriental lilies. Sending them into the air. So the fragrance can mingle
Do you see your soul crystals When made shine with full doses. Feeling fragrance of your soul roses Do you see your garden? Of your beautiful heart The rare present given to you.
The work of many painful years The crop you harvest in the heart And soak it with quiet tears.