She walked all over his heart's carpet.
Upset, the love of her life wouldn't bloom.
He still blossomed everyday-alas!
Only to be crushed under her feet.
By the thoughts of her moon,
She was frozen all the time.
Ceased he not, to burn his soul
To keep her warm, to keep her warm.
He carried her prayers
to the gods, he knew not.
He summoned the stars
to keep her nights charmed.
Waiting for her Water Lily
She could see him smile- one day!
The cosmos cried with the rain,
the wild flowers though withered.
What she wished for
was under her feet!
The Chrysanthemum went
To decorate the dead.
Sarva
