Darling,
I shall become a flower
in the flower vase of your heart.
I shall dry my essence, if I have to,
stopping for a moment there.
I shall become, light of that eye,
a birth-blotch on your cheek,
a necklace of pearls
I shall roll day and night
around your neck.
I shall be beauty of your limbs
and incense in wedding night,
dreams in deep slumber,
and water on eyelids.
I shall be queen
on your love’s throne, O my king ,
and dust under your feet,
O my life’s lord.
The flower that blooms
and, drops down in silence
does leave its odour
in heart’s secret chamber.
