Under The Purple Flowers

In the purple flowers’ shade
You kissed me the first kiss.
The moon lit its light of jade;
The cicadas sang their song of bliss.

Then, time passed fast and blind;
You went to your studies above
Leaving the purple flowers behind
With such a dreamlike love.

In each letter sent to the old place
You said you still missed this start
With the purple flowers of grace
And this young and true heart.

I have come back each day alone
To see the old flowers obsess
And hear the cicadas groan;
I feel such a vague distress.

I have nurtured my pastoral love
Now that summer is back to see
With the purple flowers above
I am an amorous banyan tree.

by Nhuan LeXuan

Comments (2)

I have come back each day alone To see the old flowers obsess And hear the cicadas groan; I feel such a vague distress. I have nurtured my pastoral love Now that summer is back to see With the purple flowers above I am an amorous banyan tree. - - - - - - - - - - - -A wonderful love poem, thanks for sharing.
Beautiful love poem, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Lovely and very passionate, a smooth flow for joy. Thanks for sharing Nhuan.