In the wonder of those glorifying scenes,
Peacefully as setting sun, she would disappear.
As if my fairy is not to stay green…
Her lively glowing smile; snowy glittering eyes,
Seen on, impalpably felt on before the scene.
Her waltzing lines that pierces with power.
Those heart melting words, still with servitude.
And to treasure like the morns flower.
Though in crowd but feels complete solitude,
Neither to see justly my unseen fairy,
Nor to be predicted my foreseen destiny…
The cruel distant keeps my fairy faraway,
Like two clam pools by a giant mountain.
Craving to go, destitute troubles the way,
To her beauty, the cheerful rising fountain,
As slow as snail I will creep through the terrains.
As sure as death I will step through your threshold.
Angry storm shall not stop me or the poison rains.
Greedy hunger shall not kill me or the aging old.
Changing obstacles to the world of ecstasy,
Chanting the sweetness of your faithful lines;
Will come, taking the journey of fantasy,
Counting the standing hills, travelling those miles…
To see more perfectly my unseen fairy,
And to get foreshadowed my foreseen destiny.
The paragon, glowing of bright full moon;
Shall blur in the epitome of your beauty,
And wait, I will be there by noon.
Charmingly, will enjoy your cherishing beauty,
But if little by little you do not engross in me…
Or glance by glance you stop facing my side,
Like the fairy tale in the end to its theme,
I shall little by little expunge the heart of lopsided,
Or glance by glance stop staring at your frivolity.
And if you feel my every did as of pantaloon's,
Think, fate has abseiled towards the action of cruelty.
So was my love like fully filled empty balloons…
And remember those lines, my dreaming fairy,
The written script of my foreseen destiny…
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