Your lovely Heart

Vision is reality's shield,
Smile is tears' cover,
White is black's guise,
But your lovely heart's lovely beat-dance is my para-yielding desire's lover.

Its black, that...

Its yellowish, that the night
and her brothers are on a journey
out of the pink and maroon shoe-house
there would be starts smiling on the roof

Its orange, that on green grass
run lovely white rabbits, cute rabbits
the rain water runs over my bluish-crimson thoughts
now the innocuous meadows will shine again

Its but red, that the boat of life
will sail and a sailor will smile
as he watches the peak of no return.