The Spring of Her Love
Love is an invaluable gift
Wrapped in insecurity
And opened with possessiveness.
When love melts into soul
A poem is born
If you want to know
Why a wolf howls at full moon
Fall in true love
She smiled at me as full moon
Touched me as monsoon rain
Hugged me as mountain mist
And trusted me as love of life
Every time she smiled at me
Autumn and spring bloomed in heart
Dawn and dusk melted down to sea
Life and death frozen in time
She...