My heart
that yearns for you
is like the scent of a rose.

The drizzling rain
soaks the dry ground
over night.

Light pink flowers
are lined up and singing
songs of love, and playing
the flute.

Crossing the stream
through a forest of oak trees,
the oriole is my friend
as I climb the hill.

The golden sunshine
radiates from the sky,
and floating cotton clouds
are gleaming like a bride
with make-up.

My loving heart is like the scent
of lavendar.