nature
-How numerous are the ways of love,
How does the Spider know how to spin a web?
The same instincts make me crazed of love,
How do Pigeons fly blindly back to their roost?
I'm led to you through this maze of love,
Like the sad Rosebud crying her morning dew,
Fleeting are our youthful days of love,
When the Clouds burst forth leaving the earth refreshed,
All of the world weeps in praise of love,
Like the stealth of a Tiger viewing her prey,
How silently I have prayed of love,
In a sky full of stars,
I choose you as my Moon,
What more is there to say of love?
