I long to bloom in the blue of your eyes,

to be the sweet smile you cradle near your heart.

I wish to be the Japanese maples in your garden,

if only for one more second of your tender embrace…

I see you in every flower that graces my gaze,

your smile calling my love to rise and unfold.

It is to you I whisper when I tend my maple trees—

you, my reason for breathing, my endless sky.

Love, whisper these poems to me…

weave them into the hush of the evening air.

I promise, with my voice deep and unshaken,

I will murmur these verses just for you.

My eyes close of their own accord,

and there—you are smiling.

I see you everywhere, my love—

in light, in shadow, in every breath.

I see you in every flower I behold,

your smile calling me home.

It is to you I speak as I tend my maple trees,

you, my reason for living.

Sleep now, my love,

let me hold you softly,

and sing you a lullaby…

a lullaby…

a lullaby…