When I Think Of You
Even The Dried Flowers Become
More Fragrant ?
Even The Wild Storm Become
Tiny Pat On Me?
When I Dream Of You
The Sharpen Stones On My Ways
Become Shining Sands..
The Broken Pieces Of My Mind
Become Glittering Stars
The Tiny Hut Of Mine Become
Glazing Shrines.
When I Touch You
The Shining Dimples In Your Cheek
Become Golden Clues
The Greedy Rosy Lips Become
Shivering Peg Of Wines
And I Can’t, I Can’t Tell You More
And More, I Want To Keep
Those Very Close To My Mind.