You're a rose that kindle my heart, a book are you bearing on
perfume of lavender you are the functional rite of rhyme and dance in agreement with angels of that muse Mnemosyne; and rhyme you are to endless talk, and fire bearing its eternity and so are you my closeness, dear floating on Isa mantra, like in a dream ...; and jaded red you are, in veins the wine
of pleasures in the esoteric of
enchanted Anahata-realm divine and not the latter you are my home for whole happiness
when you, romancing, and indeed color the sense with immortality.