I want to love you,
Like the leaves in autumn to the breeze.
Like the evening birds to their nests,
I want to love you for the winter, and the rain.
You are the blooming lily,
I would always admire out my window.
You are the sunrise with warmth,
I would rise everyday for.
You are the river stream, of the last spring,
In which I would let myself whole.
You are the reverie,
I always want to live for.
I want to love you all my soul,
I want to love you till we are no more.
You are the adventure, the mystery,
I would passionately die for.
I want to love you,
Like a warrior to his sword.
I want to love you,
Like the rebels to their land.
You are like a fawn in a meadow,
Delicate with beauty, careful with charm.
I want to love you,
Like it is the only thing I have.
You are like a panacea,
Remedy for my every wound.
You are a seraphic poetry,
Left an indelible mark on my soul.
There is none in this world,
To express my heart amorously.
Only you are the one — ineffable,
Worthy of it.