There is no flower more perfect
Nor rainbow more pure
Than your grace
To live without your name
Upon my lips is to suffer
An unbearable fate
Let me ride the gentle breeze
That carries love across the abyss
Separating the lover from the loved
Let me waft like golden pollen
Upon the flowering heart of your soul
Let me breathe your sweet nectar
Through these eyes
Until my heart bleeds your name
And my hands caress only you.
Let me remember your eyes
How they gleam like a moonlit lake
Touched by a zephyr
And your smile that unfolds
Like mist upon the day
Let me taste the butterfly's whisper
And sip the morning's dew
For I suffer without the sustenance
The sustenance of you