A snow-white frosting
Hugs the lovers’ lips.
It turns into sugared butterflies,
Glistening under the sun.
Melt their wings,
Rested on their sweetened lips.
Rose-colored tongues taste
The honeyed flavor.
The moon turns gold at dusk,
Bathing the roses and the dews,
Ready for the night of romance.
The enraptured lovers gracefully
Walk out, rice-spilled.
Painted amber-colored by the moon,
They split for the rose-tinted paradise
Out on the outskirts of the town.
In their secret temple,
Honey drips, one by one,
Down to their flesh.
Red roses blossom
Around their ecstasy-filled minds,
high with saturated love.
Vanilla flakes flutter down to their bed,
Rich enough to scintillate their tender hearts.
Stars shimmer above
And they glisten down to their eyes, starry-eyed.
The vines entwine them.
Dawn arises during their sleep.
Sweet lullabies sing in their slumbering dreams.
Sunlight warms their flesh,
Asking where the roses are.
Soon the roses open their petals
In their eyes, awakened.
A sweet taste still lingers on their lips
With a kiss, the truth of love glows between them.