Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or

Hear From The Heart Wordless Mysteries.

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

No One In The Entire World Is As Precious As You Are.