SERENADE

Enchanted by the sweet bliss
Of the bells on a Sakura tree,
I turn to greet you, my beloved one.
This moment of peace and quiet
Is stolen away by the beauty of your kindness,
As I remain rooted, unmoving,
Ravening,
In your divine presence.

The forgotten passion of once heated words
Brings us closer, one more time
To right the wrongs I once made
Hoping to make repentant journey
Into your warm embrace.

But to scare you off, dear one,
Is like a beating to my soul
A hindrance to my breath
A loss to my being,
Hence I trade all the words of the winds
To serenade you, dear queen,
By the bells on a Sakura tree.

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