Never amiss love sublime

It's like the sunny days again.
Or was it like that moonlit night–
like I was in love!

I see butterflies there and my bygone Lily-
a flower that reflects my past love,
get softer overtime.

I see some snow on rooftops;
my lover still in radiance;
a soft prayer is in cadence.

My breath no longer holding,
I wish for the rain to drip on the blade,
down the strings of her heart–
let sting even stronger.

My feelings reflect our old bliss;
pray, peace of mind never is amiss!