I fall Into the rising blossom, A flower, scented, Still alike the one I plucked From its roots and soil. I went inside The world of mine, To hear every clashing sound Of her heart against the swinging chime. My eyes watch darkness, Where a disguise disuses itself Over a vein, where I place my pain. Her round shape, Her beauty that does not truly take Long, to see, For everything that demands a plea To breathe More of her in the mention of her. A robe unwrapped From torso and waist, As nothing seen, goes to waste. Love holds a tourniquet About itself, When I dive, to find myself, in her. What pain That truly stains All of me, in her. What torment, What sentiment, What fields to crawl along, What winds that sing the longest song, Of what I feel, Of all I seal Away in her.