My heart sings,
do you listen.
Like the Sweet song from the bees,
to the lovely flowers nectar.
Does my love escape your mind,
like the constant suffering of the world.
One day you will miss the sweet sound of the morning birds,
and the rains of spring which bring a new to the world will be your sorrow.
But will you miss me,
my tall complexion with sweet reflexion.
Time will pass,
our love will wither away.
Like a rose curls and dies without water,
so will our love without each other.
My heart sings,
do you listen.
 
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