When I love you,
The rain does not fall as ice dashes.
It pours down
like wondrous cantatas of passion,
it whispers prayers.
It’s raining
sparkling dots.
When I love you,
The mysterious pentagrams
in the night sky
make sense to me.
The wind plays its sonatas
in the branches
of my autumn.
When I love you,
I’m a tear
of the stream
gushing among the rocks.
Take my heart in your hand,
Don’t ask me anything.
I love you ...