A moving sea
between the shores of our souls;
Strings of a lute alone be,
though we quiver with the same music go.

Blended into the shadows of an oak tree,
leaves made into necklace of our la-la-be.

Standing ahead in time,
piercing the darkness prime,
allowing light to shine on you.

Shy sweetness I taste,
entangled in bold lace.

Steady lights,
bright.
On the placid pool I stare,
wishing upon a star there.

Is my love strong like a tree?
Glee.
Is my love like a star?
So far…
So,
Is my love like a flower?

A rainbow shower,
colouring the garden of ours.
I made my wish,
not upon the stars now,
darling mine I bow,

“Gather the flowers one by one…”