rouge on the cheeks of pallor,
glasses over shut, still eyes, and
blue lips painted crimson...
And seals, with tears, inside a gold-trimmed coffin...
tulips at the forehead
violets at the feet
So love looks after it has passed away
Unrequited,
Without one night of passion,
A tender kiss good morning, or a
Summer afternoon when the sun and moon
Burn bright in the lavender sky.