Sylph

Sylph

What I see in the mirror?

Cherry-blossoms  in your hair, there’s no need to wake you, my sleeping beauty.

Your lips blood red as roses, one kiss can derail me to the ground.

Your cheeks like cherry-blossom, as silk beneath my hands.

My belle, my sylph!

Dance with me again.

Under the cherry tree!

‘Til the morning comes, once again, you get settled to sleep at the foot of a tree.

Cherry-blossoms in your hair, there’s no need to wake you, my sleeping beauty.

Now all over the nature wakes up to a new dawn but my belle sleeps again.

Under the cherry tree.