Dear beautiful rose,

Day and night come and go seamlessly
because there is no differentiation of time.
Without you, there seems to be nothing more
than the drifting of a lonely soul through the universe.
With a faint acknowledgement that my life still exists
I fade into the warmly dark recesses of my thoughts.

These thoughts, however, are far from dark in their content.
Within my mind, enslaved by my longing heart,
I can clearly see you and me.
We walk together as if there was no pain, no struggle.
All that exists is love that is between us;
the love that I know remains but is captive to fear.

The darkness of these thoughts, then, comes from the explicit difference
between the movies of my mind and the painful reality.
Despite my falling into constant dreams,
I still hold hope for reality.
I know somewhere in that fearful beauty,
deep down where no normal eye can see,
you yearn for a reunion of our hands,
the renewed embrace of our loving souls.