You so merrily strolled down my alley, with a lotus in your hand, the only thing I would notice in the world. The only sight that would awaken me to a forgotten memory of us together, in love on the fertile land.
I had no name. You walked passed me with your flowers, and your scent threw me in trance. You pulled me out of a sterile anonymity, and now I want to hang things from my quiet walls and bring life back to the little things that I unfleshed a while ago.
How unflinching your approach to my fire, like the cool moon of May over the storm of the underworld!
You walked through me, plucked my rusty strings into music, a song forgotten but ours from a long time ago.
I remembered you, our lotus that has lived forever, the scent that never faded! Love leaped out in front of us, as if waiting behind the bushes until we crossed paths on that special corner.
And it’s all meant to be this way, that I stayed nameless for others until you bring to me a name carved in your heart, one that’s truly mine. And I truly yours!
