Precious Love

Your love is beautiful as a painted lily,
As a moon in darkness, as honesty.
Your love is sunset,
It’s neither golden, nor red_
Like a rose… no, a star,
It’s near although it seems far.
It is shining in my eyes;
But, runs as dew when my heart cries.
If I catch it, it will fly,
What should I say? It goes so high_
Your love is with me forever I see,
Even though in my life, "To be or Not to be…"