The flowers I do gather,
A token of my love, ever after,
A journey, a trek, into fulfillment:
A condition of merriment,
And the eternal chorus of content laughter.
Where am I? In a perpetual slumber?
The months wage on, and it's time well-spent just to hold her,
I revere her splendor with delight,
To the world, her beauty I must recite!
And in that dream-state, I see an amazing altar.
I am so alive! We are one!
This place blooming full of jasmine,
I hold the token, yet again, in my heart;
This is a masterpiece, a true work of art,
To live redeemed, for all future seasons.
