Another piece about the simple thing that gives a man so much trouble.. *sob*.
Mother of mercy
Like a dripping honeycomb
So you fill my heart with virtue
Chrysanthemum in the field
Blooming each season, yielding to each
My subtle dandelion
Who laughs me to tears, choking my words
Till all is unwritten
Standing on the verge of the moment
Isn't it strange to see your eyes become mine?
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