Again it's like the sunny days
like those moonlit nights
when I was in love.
There I see the butterflies
and my bygone Lily -
a flower reflecting the past love.
Lo, got a tad softer though....
Also see snow on the rooftops;
is my love still in radiance?
With a prayer on the lips
I could no longer hold
wish for love to rain in her garden,
should it melt her heart to kindle
the feelings of our good old bliss.
O, never amiss is peace of mind!
