Yellow was my heart

And

I couldn't reach your city.

Intrepid was

Never my attempt

And

I couldn't stop you.

Sitting on the palanquin

And

Wearing red vermilion,

You closed the door

Of your bosom

For me ever.

Repentant

Though I am today,

I can only

Snuggle to the memories

Of past.

Pain struck

Though I am today,

I can only read

The love letters

To schmooze with you.