Thoughts of Love
To the Tune of Intoxication
Busy making honey are bees lingering flowers,
Nestling are swallows in the fine showers.
Like snowflakes are willow catkins flying,
Like red raindrops are blossoms swaying,
Singing to the departure of spring are the cuckoos.
Despite the new poem written for goodbye,
There’s no remedy to love sickness worthy of a try.
Tune: Intoxicated in East Wind
Bees gather honey from lingering flowers,
Swallows build nest with clay wet with showers.
Willow down wafts like snow white,
Like rosy rain peach petals in flight.
The cuckoos sing the parting spring.
Though I write new verse when you part,
How can I cure you of your lovesick heart!