I am a painter,
Painting pictures all the time,
Yet when I set them near your beauty,
I want to throw them all away

You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure.
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it.
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else.
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty.
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky.
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops.
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

You are not just a drop in the ocean, you are the mighty ocean in a drop.

There is a strange frenzy in my head, of birds flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere?