The Dream That Adorns My Eyelids

The dream that adorns my eyelids,
You are the angel in my dreams,
I am the shackled dungeon flower,
You are the executioner who looks after the death row convict.

You are pink and fresh like the morning rose,
I am the humble gardener,
You are the pain hidden in my heart,
An angry murmur on my whitened lips.

The freckle line of my cheeks,
You are a wet but happy pair of eyes,
You are the fresh flower blooming in my eyeballs,
You are the longing that does not fade in my soul.

You are the feeling that wets my eyelashes,
Dew falling on my cheeks,
The rose petal adorning my palms,
You are beautiful without me.

You are the stream that floods with my feelings,
You are the cruel one who took me from me,
You are the tune that the plectrum pours on its strings,
You are the poetry of the expression of my feelings.

And so that you are a dungeon whose walls are impenetrable,
I have a prison flower for you.