I reminisce about an autumn years ago

when we sent each other scented letters.

Scented with the fragrance of Love and flowers.

The penned strokes, flirtingly romantic, fly on the pages.

I remember the heart’s hesitancy when I wrote,

“How many lives have I waited

for us to love and be together.”

O My Love,

the letters still here,

but you’re somewhere faraway.

I search for you in the starlight of yesteryears.

Remember that day when we walked together to the bridge,

you let down your long silky hair,

and we promised each other to love and be loved.

The words of Love gently floated down the river to some harbor…

Oh Time! 

The passage of Time seems to have erased the words of Love.

The passage of Time has faded the color of many letters.

I returned to this place to burn the letters,

to forget the love that seems like thousands of years ago.

Love with the passing of months and years has withered.

The love in the artist’s heart has died.

I reminisce about an autumn years ago

when I wandered alone in the forests and rivers.

The autumn leaves fell and withered.

I reminisce about that day 

when we walked together to the bridge.

You let down your long silky hair.

Where’s the Love now that was in our hearts then…