Vanilla, Jasmine and Opium

My beloved is a butterfly

Who sees me a wild flower...

Sipping the nectar

She gets intoxicated

Thus intoxicating me

2

Addicted to love,

Squeezing fruits of spirit...

Ambrosia

With the taste of vanilla

And the scent of jasmine

Sip the heroin of the breast.

3

She doubts my love

Amazing!

Does she not know

Her love is my wine, opium,

And madness

That her love created me,

Tortured,

Agonized,

Captivated,

And cast me in a sea of honey