So were the findings I scattered..
Alone, and flowers I gathered for you..
So were they, in crimson nights, to falter..
But so was I, to forever wait and ponder..
Of you, in crimson mornings I blossomed..
By divine melodies they sang, was watered..
And sunrays pierced through my soul..
And winds beckoned the smells to linger..
Then scattered all my findings to heavens..
And stars looming and moon in pending..
So were they, like I, for eternity yearning..
For you, there is no point in waiting..
If eternity shall not end..