Shush, do not utter
Not now, hon

Oh! Dear let the cherry blossoms
Of our love blossom
Slowly, easily
In this orchard
As aromatic as daffodils
Newly out of their soft buds
Young and fresh just like us;
In the mist and chill of this dark night
Let us warm our
cocoons with endearment

My Jade Vine, at times blue luminous
And at times light green
Spread those shades on the open
Palate of my heart

Do not, not now hon
Leave this love unrequited

~Manu M.