After I Saw You

After I saw you, 

 Many budded desires peep out in my wings of youth. 

I long to be lost amidst the faithless words in sooth;

To be blended with the fragrance of the flower;

In your vivacious emotion 

to permeate the air. 

But, 

There echoes the cold rattle of imminent death, 

With pink rays of setting sun;

Every moment, 

At the grave of fugacious darkness in the wreath.