MY LOVE SCENTED WİTH NARCİSSUS

It wasn’t the road I took, nor the pain I faced—

It was longing for you that wore me down.

It hurts to arrive and not find you there—

My satchel overflows with all my yearning for you.

I yearned for just a sip of love—

Your scent became my only guide.

Let me steep in its narcissus sweetness,

And drink this love, handful by handful.

You are my narcissus—gently you rise,

Be my spring, spread your scent with narcissus grace.

You be a sip of love, and I’ll be the rain—

Let me be your soil—where your colors take root in my soul.

The narcissus should be loved while still on its stem—

Don’t pluck it, don’t touch—let it live in its color.

Let it live, so love may blossom in hearts,

Let your scent drift—let my soul steep in you.

You, on the slopes of mountains, in hidden valleys—

Let your scent drift, I’ll drink it in by the gallon.

I loved with my heart, with all my soul.

Love a friend with your heart—only then you're truly a friend.

You be the narcissus, and I’ll be your color—

You in yellow, and I in white.

You be adorned in yellow, and I in white.

And at dawn, let our souls dance together as one.

You, with your colors—the graceful narcissus of the valleys.

Let me be blended with your essence and grow beautiful.

Let me be a purple butterfly on your tender bud,

I stitched this love gently, like embroidery thread by thread.