My beloved is a butterfly

Who sees me a wild flower...

Sipping the nectar

She gets intoxicated

Thus intoxicating me


2

Addicted to love,

Squeezing fruits of spirit...

Ambrosia

With the taste of vanilla

And the scent of jasmine…

Sip the heroin of the breast.



3

She doubts my love…

Amazing!

Does she not know

Her love is my wine, opium,

And madness…

That her love created me,

Tortured,

Agonized,

Captivated,

And cast me in a sea of honey…?!




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