Poem

The season changes color, how many times have we changed color with it?
My feelings quiver like an unwilted flower
And I think of you

The words that we sing make a pleasant melody
All I need is you by my side
If there are birds who haven't lost their smiling eyes
If you can't see the shining of the stars at night

I'm wrapped in you, as though you were sunbeams streaming through the leaves
That is my strong and unchanging vow
If this is a dream, then I don't care
Overflowing with the radiance of love, the happiness of going toward tomorrow
Is real

You quietly relieve me
Even of the sad memories that I have left
I missed being blown on by the gentle wind, like playing
You who are vivid and fluttering, snatch me away

The season changes color, how many times have we changed color with it?
My feelings are like an unwilted flower
If this is a dream, then I don't care
Overflowing with the radiance of love, it colors my heart
I'm always thinking of you

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Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! 

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - 

No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death. 

John Keats