She was sweet as the nectar that drips from the blooms.
Honey and milk flowed in rivulets through her veins.
Her fragrant perfume painted the air in plumes.
Hollow remnants of her echo leave me bound in chains.
Like a cliff shaped by the ocean, her effect on me does show.
She fades, if only to return to me in waves.
At night, the moon rises and the waters of her tide grow.
The salt of her hair is that which I crave.

Oh, she comes like seasons of snowfall and sunshine.
The winter night descends, and morning light dispels all.
Her cold rains are harsh, yet her smile is divine.
One cannot help but to feel the yearning in her call.
I cannot help but need her sweetness and her sour.
She cannot help but underestimate her power.