Spring-turned Autumn

Love between you and me

Knowingly or unknowingly

Budded before we blossomed,

But blossomed after we withered,

Having gone onto hibernation,

Fortunately or unfortunately,

In our spring of animation

When we branched severally.

Love between you and me

Belatedly or befittingly

Unfurled its stored fragrance

And permeated our inner sense

Only in our autumn of emptiness

When we headed for senescence,

And yet gives us a new sensation

As though we’re back to spring.

Love between you and me

Uniquely or uncommonly

Bloomed, not like a flower

That in spring opens with vigour

And ends with bearings in summer,

But one, seeded before carnal sphere,

Still out-living our carnal desire

To bring to the fall the eternal Spring.

Love between you and me

Intently and intrinsically

Is a Jasmine in its emergence

That exudes to us only fragrance

Which we breathe with all innocence

Without disturbing others’ balance.

Love for each other gives us all the vibes

To feel ever springs and no falls.

            Blossomed in autumn

              Our naïve love,

            And brought to autumn

            Ever spring now                                                                      25.03.1999