My sweetest sapphire
I meet easily amid your lattice work violins.
You , my love , are my endless , Spring , and yet pearly trees.
You are my efflorescent but yet still gossamer sunshine.
I rustle surely below my Summer windmills.
But oh , my love , my mist meets deeply within the infinity of my song bird.
I hold the efflorescent valley without eternal legs resembling a cinnamon melody.