Flying, inhibition burned in pink pearl
Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always.
Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind,
yet still you belong to me,
though we are apart.
We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God.
Soon I shall lift you back up,
from my roots you will be reborn
to forever be one with me.
Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you.
I long for you to be on my branches once again,
the whole of nature in agreement with the union.
Oh how naked am I, my lover!
How my branches sway at the sight of you!
Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty,
and let us be whole again!