You make me float in tears.
Yet, in the corners of my eyes,
You sweetly smile.

What an illusive game of Yours is this?
What a cruel play!
And still You say You love me.

What undulating love,
sometimes pleasing,
sometimes sorrowful.

One moment You go,
one moment,
into the canopy of my mind,
and with the touch of a flower,
You come.

I cannot stay without You.
The honey of my mind would wither away.

Remembering You with restless vitality,
why does Your dance appear in my core?