I visit you by day;
          you visit me by night.
   Thus our ring of faith grows entangled,
        a pair of twisted snakes
      clinging to each other's tail.
   Daylight, portrays every walking shadow
      your boisterous steps, ringing
        laughters, poplarly waving
     shape, rolling my falling Autumn
          like a spinning globe
           by misarranged axles.
              Dazing. Dazing.
                  Finite,
              is the diurnal
         charm, which is no brighter
        than your sparkling nails, or
       your shimmering lips, glittering
      key to a marvelous box of treasure.
   Morose happiness, as dark as your jet orbs,
  which conceive children of different lineages,
  unearths my fragmental foliages in hibernation.
   You come, as I close my eyes; and I set off
when the sun greets my view. Thus our ring of faith
   grows misshapen, until the day it breaks into
          two, the number we are now.