The fields and forests of my deepest heart
are lovely landscapes for my love to grow.
Love is like clouds and sunshine in one sky
when sadly falling raindrops gaily glow.
Love is like reiverwater pouring down
from lofty mountain slopes, down on the rocks
the dry and withering sand receives the stream
that could have slaked the thirst of many flocks.
Love is like sunshine on ungrateful land
no blade of grass comes out to share the light
but flowers turn their faces up like girls
Who dream of the approaching shining knight.
Sunshine can open flowers but not doors.
Rain breaks no rocks however much it pours.
The colored clouds can make no mountains move.
A wheel prefers to turn in its old groove.
Love is like seed grains on a dusty land,
A careless wind may blow them far away…
Some fall in an old garden on soft sand
there they may sprout, grow stalks, blossom, and stay.
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