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following the traffic signs
\nand heading north
\nwhere she lives; it\u2019s way beyond the sight,
\nand where the road is under shades of trees
\nsurrounding with colorful flowers, cheerful sound of birds,
\nbutterflies and bees.\t<\/p>\n
night falls into thick fog amasses
\nas winds caress pine branches
\npacing about together we wander
\nand stop by a stream where the deer in the dither
\nI pause to gaze at her noble steps
\nand the long cascade of hair over her shoulder.\t<\/p>\n
loving the sunlight at the end of the day
\nthat looks like a band of yellow silk but dreary
\nat the horizon, just giving up the last ray
\nhand in hand we return, but reluctant to part
\nfilled with passion, in dismay is my heart
\nby the aroma and her beauty of art.\t<\/p>\n
into my ear, her voice sounds in quiet murmur
\nas the cold wind sneaks in even colder
\ngently mine reach her lips for a tender kiss
\nand my breath entirely frails into bliss
\nnot knowing how long it lasts
\nover the hill, the moon has its full cast.\t<\/p>\n
oh dear, it\u2019s late into the night
\nlet\u2019s say good-bye to the dreamy flight
\nnow the moon has reached its height
\nits enchantment inspires my pique
\nembracing her in my arms, I think it\u2019s only a dream
\nafloating the waves in the love sea reach their peak.<\/p>\n
\t***\t\t<\/p>\n
through foliage, gusts of winds rustle, restlessly
\nas if to share with an upcoming great glee
\nbefore dawn a broad grin on her lips I could see
\nthe day has not yet to come but its pink glory
\nby her side, I suddenly imagine that could be
\nsomeday we are to part our company. \t<\/p>\n
I wish the night would be longer
\nand the time pause forever
\nto listen to the singing lovers\u2019 praises from the flower
\nto see all clouds over moonlit to linger
\nand to hear the moon servant\u2019s innermost ardor
\nthat he bears it to the moon god how much he suffers.\t<\/p>\n
she asks me to close my eyelids
\nand cover her shoulders with a blanket like kids
\nhiding her childish smile behind her hair rapids
\nrolling the curtain to allow spring glint landing on pillows
\nsuddenly a squirrel hops to the top of a mallow
\ndisturbing the sleeping crow. \t<\/p>\n
looking at those sparkling sunrays
\nthat go through the frame of the window
\nin life, meeting or parting has been destined
\nshort or long, it\u2019s only the life of a person
\nI love her, vastly, with all my heart
\nit\u2019s as vast as the sky outside the dormer.\t<\/p>\n
<\/br> The night closed in so rapidly I rested on a hammock in the veranda Night dews fall drop by drop Her shoulders thrilled as she bawled That final night was hard to lull to sleep <\/br> A promise for Spring Autumn being over, winter comes <\/br> I suddenly turned my thought Whoever visits the Xiang River (*) Overnight, I can\u2019t lull me to sleep <\/br> Valentine season Her lips and eyes incite my fool play At the door, she gives me a crazy gape The chimes in the back yard resound Pillowing her head with my shoulder Birds tweeting outside the window Valentine 2013<\/p>\n
\nA Stanza of Farewell<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nPushing the hot and humid air
\nBirds chirping among the leafy
\nResounded the whole area, everywhere<\/p>\n
\nReciting a new love poem stanza
\nAll at once I regretted
\nHer vanished image
\nAfter several times peacefully dated
\nWe treated as if we were in marriage
\nAnd if we parted we would suffer a lot
\nAnd the wound so hurtful like being shot<\/p>\n
\nLanded on her hair cascade
\nIn the distant, the moon began to blog
\nIts pale lights were darkened by mist shade
\nShe and I submerged in the vast space
\nSpeechless, our hearts emphatically played
\nAll at once, she came to a halt abruptly
\nTurning around, she gazed at me
\nHer eyes stained with tears, she spoke softly
\nAnd tried to give a sweet smile that could be
\n\u201coh dear, I love you from my innermost
\nI wondered when you would see me again?\u201d<\/em>
\nThe sky is full of stars
\nI could see deep in her eyes
\n\u201cyour words filled my heart with scars
\nbeing afar is synonymous with misery
\nI\u2019ll come back when the first leaf in autumn falls
\nAnd together we\u2019ll build our castle of honey\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHer tears damped my shoulders
\nThe waning moon passed over the hillside
\nThe night being short, we went home together
\nShe ambled with me by her side
\nUnder the pine vista that, in the wind, whisper<\/p>\n
\nAs I thought of the next day
\nShe leaned against my shoulder to weep
\nMuttering her sadness that brought in dismay
\nIn concert with the sobbing of the cricket
\nAll pounded into injury caused by our splitting way<\/p>\n
\nStill Awaiting for Spring<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nIs hard to let go
\nNow comes the season of chilling
\nI always miss her; I\u2019m ready to show
\nHer images on my mind recurring
\nLong nights make me consult my pillow
\nI do not even care about the daily routine
\nLife is as miserable as I often think
\nWater under bridge running as it\u2019s been
\nget haunted as our love is on the shrink
\nLike her, I am on my own loneliness
\nTurning my thought toward her in a brink<\/p>\n
\nSpring eagerly rushes in
\nI yearn for seeing her to express heartfelt terms
\nWhich fully bare all my feelin\u2019
\nWith the hope our grief would be clear
\nBy the creek, the pale moon shinnin\u2019
\nSide-by-side, we sing to cheer
\nAnd sing our love\u2019s praises
\nBy the brook, we express our dear
\nWith burning kisses witnessed by lucent rays
\nWe run around without life being near
\nTime or day \u2013 shine or rain \u2013 are just the plays<\/p>\n
\nThe Calls of Love<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nToward the girl in the North
\nFor a long time, for her I\u2019ve sought
\nAll around me seem sad; flowers come forth
\nIt\u2019s amid Springtime
\nBut the scene bears a look of far north
\nMy heart sink with the rhyme
\nOf the shift between day and night
\nHer beloved figure possesses brain of mine
\nWith fragments of innocent sight
\nI love her \u2013 a girl at a distant burgh
\nWhere cold path is covered with lone moon<\/p>\n
\nPlease let her know of my spoon
\nThat\u2019s especially been saved for her
\nI promise to come back during the monsoon
\nI will return bringing great pleasure
\nAnd will keep our love garden its noon<\/p>\n
\nLonging for the new season to slip
\nAnd the pale moon to keep
\nThe cricket cries make the night deserted
\nThe scent of her hair slightly wafts the air
\nAs sweet as the call of love indeed<\/p>\n
\nVisiting the Girl in the NorthOn Valentine Day<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI come back North
\nSpring sun reflects its illumination
\nFlowers and leaves dance back and forth
\nAbove, white clouds float to the horizon
\nButterflies flirt with flowers o\u2019er a resort<\/p>\n
\nThat will cost her a big surprise
\n(for I\u2019ve never said I would come to see her)
\nYesterday, I sent her a nosegay
\nWith the wish happy Valentine prize
\na note: \u201cI won\u2019t be able to make it.\u201d
\nOn the phone, I could hear bitter cries
\nBlaming my absence makes all flowers wilted<\/p>\n
\nThen bursts into tears and grabbed hard on me
\nI bend down and lip my tear-stained babe
\nWhose hair begins showing some white frizzes<\/p>\n
\n(Whose sounds are like the church bell tolling after The Mass)
\nI gently place on her lips that open partly
\nThings now are like spring roses come around
\nlooks up curiously
\nTears run down her cheeks
\nMy soul drowns in her inquiry
\nThe sun shines at its peak
\nThe wind rustles through pine trees
\nAs chests close in and two weepies
\nFor words are now no needy\t<\/p>\n
\nShe begins to spill her guts
\nMaking known to the world as a loner
\nKeeping breath to normal without disrupt
\nCounseling the heart to beat at regular
\nGiving chance to bed warmer to lessen shiver
\nShe breathes her words into my ear
\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid the thick and thin of our creature
\nOur plight of being apart haunts me with great fear\u201d<\/p>\n
\nWakes me up, but I know not the time
\nShe hides the clock, not wanting to let me know
\nInstead, she pillows her hear with my chest
\nAnd continues her Arabian Nights tale
\nWith the hope the night would do its best
\nAnd Valentine’s Day turns the scale
\nI favor her inmost soul of being alone
\nBy herself in pine woods feeling so frail.<\/p>\n