Your sweet words melt a comet into a rose valley,
Where I feel to garden and breathe your fragrance.
Your rose buds often play with my fingers,
I feel to touch you and thorn bleeds my heart.
Your husky voice harmonies orchestra in my ears.
I flow into your heart , it is the same blood I used to pump in.
I feel to float in your veins, reach brain everywhere inside out,
So when you are diagnosed, it is me you are infected with.
I feel to blank your memory and reinstall me.
I will connect to your soul and chase it into my heart.
I will make every star name after you and reform the universe,
I will deep so much love inside you , it will take thousand years to make me out.