To Thee, I Cling

Your hair is like a rope

Each strand ties me down

I submit without a hope.

There's no chance for me to drown

This feeling that is most natural.

It's not a painful submission

But a willful one

But yes, I am at your mercy.

Your love is like a drum.

A drum just like our heart.

It resonates among both of us.

Speeding up joyfully

Slowing down painfully.

Your love is like the elixir of old

Turns me into gold

I love the me when I am with you

And despise the deep well that remains

When you are gone

Your kiss is a flint and steel

Setting ablaze the forest of Milam

To ignite the forest is to join the forest.

Welcome my lovely flower.