“Her soul was a saffron moon”
A cygnet on a lake in June,
Lost into a world of doom...
She poured forth... Her love hearts tune!
Transparent as the eastern sun!
“He’s on an errant: yes tonight”
Knelt; his head upon her bosom...
And felt his heart take too flight.
On these crystal peaks he fondly, gazed:
Horizons of flesh and blood,
And seas of claret limbs maze!
In labyrinths of endless, love.
