Lily’s Rose

I met you by the fountain Lily,
your face was radiant,
calid impressions,
enhanced by your shaped traits.

I knew we’ll be one when I knew you Lily,
the look in your eyes,
the gentle breeze
that surrounded our anxious spirits.

I sang Lily’s song to Lily’s rose,
we drank red wine on Lily’s toast,
we made love but Lily dozed,
I wrote my feelings on a note.

And a heart, melting down and tearing up,
from the longing,
fearful like a rearing horse,
and lustful, like a sexual demigod.

I made partnership with the one above,
I asked him,
for how long, let me know,
until all of the pain is gone.

Let me drink cause I am thirsty,
from the fountain of your lips,
give me ambrosia, from your tongue,
cause I am hungry.

Are you hungry?
– Was heard from a loving voice.
And 40 years have past from that incident,
I couldn’t say goodbye to the one I loved.

I sang Lily’s song to Lily’s rose,
we drank red wine on Lily’s toast,
we made love but Lily dozed,
I wrote my feelings on a note.

To the memory of Lily Amber Rose.