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.