Poetry 10: Paradoxes

Such a pity, for the flower
Such a pity, for the bee.
Such a pity, for the lover
Such a pity, you and me.
Such a pity, all the crying
Such a pity, all the pain.
Such a pity, all this dying
Such a pity, all this rain.
Such a pity, yet I linger
Such a pity, yet I wait

For I want to stay much longer
And to have you as my mate.