Love's Fantasia


The bird is tired of flying

the fish, of swimming

the sea, of murmuring

but my love for you keeps growing-


the wind is tired of blowing

the rose, of blossoming

the moon, of glittering

but your love for me burns still so radiantly-


when life is at its waning

the sun, in fading

the heart, in longing

I'll be there, at your bidding