I Fear

You are fluttering and glowing in the clouds of my bewildered mind,

And the lacquer of your soul,

On my heart, didn't rime.

Holding the connected strings tight,

So, you impede in the way of my sight.

Dwelling under the tree of my shadow,

Your warm cascade overflows.

Let's be outlanders because

I fear what if you counterfeit,

As it will be laborious, for me, to applaud it.