The music of the fountain in the pond
The warmth of July sun on face and hands
How you liked sit here for an hour.
And how you loved the shrubs and little flowers.
I still can’t be here without feeling sad.
And yet inside my heart I’m also glad.
For while you lost your appetite for food
Sitting in the courtyard did you good.
And when the little tulips shared their heads
Your joy was sweet, my lover oh our bed.
When you were too weak to hug me more
The images of tulips through me poured.
I close my eyes and see them once again
This helps me survive the grievous pain.
For joy and woe are woven and are one.
The fabric of our life can’t be undone