I am charmed as a young boy by Your irresistible glance
And Your beauty is turning my head as a wineberry's taste
What a balm to my heart could be so long-awaited romance
What a bless to my soul is the warmth, overfilling my chest
But I see that we live in our different, parallel worlds
And the rest of my wisdom is painting pictures of grief
It's too easy to swallow the baits of the newness we hold
But the price of that blindness is terribly high, just believe...
To avoid of becoming the cause of your sorrow, I tend
To restrain this affection and never become more than friend
*Wineberry here is Rubus arcticus.
Tasted this rare berry once, you'll never forget its aroma...