Saintly games for you and me,
Beyond the realm of tragic prose.
Wadding waves across the sea,
To float at your repose.
I\'ll saunter like a butterfly,
Wings of purest joy.
And listen softly suddenly,
As you echo in reply.
My dearest wish, be known to you,
Forever in eternity.
As the universe demands its fruits,
Consumptions in its fervency.
Adore you always now and then,
Embitterment is the upper hand.
I\'ll wait for our own time to stand,
Together as the wind does fan.