Tiny flowers sewn like a coronal,
Rest in the wet bramble of Lavender...

I
Like a tree, I surround myself...

Tonight,
I almost went into your room...

Your chestnut hair tied tightly in a braid,
And flawless strides that follow from behind...

I usually only see you walking by
The sidewalks carry ev'ry gliding step...

The harder i stared at that picture,
deeply into the reds and the browns...

You know so little of the things you do
The smallest twitch or movement of your hand...

You are nothing more than a fleeting vision.
Your visage is a mere reflection...

I'm sitting here and staring at the door.
I'm at the place you talked to me that time...

I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by...

Her eyes so bright, the darkness they don't know;
Her face so fair as snow that falls in night...

Our eyes have yet to meet, so the sun has yet to...
I've yet to hear your voice, and the birds refuse...