Your shape so shapeless, tangible not touchable,
Soft and supple is the ocean of your skin.
Your hair so free with motion, beating rapid like your heart,
But so fragile is our love that we are like art,
Like a single strand of corn silk, our body\'s be bound and intertwined,
Our hilts held close and yet so loose, as to be a pile of leaves in the autumn.
This is our love so fragile and passionate, that we might fall into it forever... unto the end, I hope this road of love to have no bend.