THE PURPLISH- RED HUE ROSE AND MY IMAGINARY LOVE
Noon is burning,
Bees bustling go,
Birds briskly fly,
As the sky is calm once again,
After pouring out her anger on mother earth
In the form of rain.
The purplish-red hue of this fairly dry rose
Made me think of you my imaginary love;
A figment of my imagination,
A good looking mirage,
With a smooshed in face.
Oh what a beauty that cannot be shrug off.
With your charming eyes,
More enchanting than
The yellowish green hue of the Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's eyes.
And like Autumn crocus of Bateman's east succex,
You look out of this realm,
Harmonious to the eyes,
And soothing to my soul.
Like a Lilly amongst thorns,
That's what you are among the women of my imaginary world.
And I lack despondency when I think of you.
But in all of this,
You're just a reflex imagination
That pop up when i see something cute
Or an involuntary imagination that consoles me when I'm down.