Thorny Love
Thorny Love
I am eager to tell
My love to the rose.
But my mind is fearful
Of his thorny arms.
My love is like a that
Moves away as much
As we are closely bound
To one another.
This love was in turn
The gift given by
The beautified lips
To the mournful heart.
It was a love that
Was told by the
Mind overcoming
Dusk and dawn and
Unaware of anyone.
But I wishes for that
Success of that love
Like the flute that
Beautifies Kanna.