The music of love sound aloud
Traveling to distance lands, and awaking love while it's tender
The clouds fumes with the beauty of roses
The land flourishes with pomegranates buds
And the walls of her beloved was like a tower so high touching the galaxies.
The mandrakes give a smell
And the gate of her heart with pleasant fruits.
Everything was beautiful, his mouth was altogether sweet
Under the moonlight, they sat in the garden full of spices
They were young but it felt like forever
They called up the north wind to blow upon their garden
That the spices therefore may flow out
The beams of their heart was cedar and their rafters of fir
Like the lilies among thorns was their love among many
It felt young yet the kindling of their heart was unquenchable
Where did it all go?
The roses, the pomegranates, the spices, the beam of rainbows
All lost like a mirage
Maybe it was too young, maybe the love was awakened before it time
All the flames died off, left with ashes and pain
The hills of frankincense flee away like the shadows
The towers broken with no defense
It was a young love
Its roots were shallow, left for the worms to eat
The sun looked upon the vulnerable lilies
And thorns grew out from it
I sat under the cinnamon tree waiting
Until this young love grow