It's true that when I see you
  my dull life begins to have value;
  my gazing bayous cannot help but to let flow
  immense water running deep and slow.
  A bracelet made of amethyst and crystal one by one
  is the joyful night and day
  that you bring light like moon and sun;
  a black, profound drop of universe
  is your glance that finishes
  the exclamation point of my frank verse!
  Ah...a heart overweighed with missing
  is a scar worthy of a kiss;
  when your words and scents cease to reach me,
  I fret over the parting kiss.
  Say not I'm frail or vulnerable;
  have you ever seen a boiling kettle
  successful in holding its brimming breath and soul?
  The feeling has exceeded all.
  Forgive me for my naked haste,
  like the Spring rushing upon the cloudy slush;
  in my tedious days darkly blazed,
  you're that leaking glitter through the melancholy hush.