When out of anger,
Your fiery cheeks shiver
With greater wonder,
Will I further adore

As much as your eyes
Burn in fury,
Your heart shall know:
I’m terribly sorry.

Remain not, my love, too long
In this stubborn state,
For, it may stain
Your Him-loving heart,
Just as the bitter-gourd plant
Turns the sweet honey taint.


March 21st 2003. Edit Jan 2022