I'm wondering in my headspace,
Have I tasted the forbidden fruit?
Why have I been banished from your roots?
Is it because of my higher affection for pursuits?

Spending time with you,
It was like savoring Ambrosia.
Reading your canonical gospel,
Memories remain like Arqueologia.
And here I'm studying your logia.

I know there's a banquet of aged wine;
Flowing through your veins, it's divine.
Because of the way my lips crave taste,
My arms long for your embrace.

I perceive you from a distance,
And regret my existence.
I'm burning like tar,
in a lake of molten brimstone.
With a scythestone shaping my fate.
While you bloom like a daffodil,
In the Garden of Eden.

Your thoughts locomotion in my brain cells,
Just like a venomous serpent crawling through hell.
They cast spells and dwell in my dreams,
Taking you away from me,
Even in reverie, celestial schemes.

The flowers I gave you,
Represented your beauty.
But now they symbolize death.
A reflection of myself; Lycoris radiata,
Echoing the devil's sonata.

So won't you now cut down my wings,
And let me fall into your arms.
So I don’t drift away,
And get lost in my mind’s hell?

Your ambitions are tall like cedar,
Your skin granted in grace like pine,
Your lips and cheeks are red like cherries,
Your aroma brings morning freshness.

These are the notes of the garden,
The symphony where I wish to lie.
Let me bury my restless soul,
In the Eden where your essence thrives.