From me to you

What the blue ocean is to a crimson sunset,
What the ring of mist is to the tall mountain

What the hovering bee is to a red red rose,
What the infinite darkness is to a yellow lantern

What the mellow sound of a flute is to an early morn,
What the sweet aroma is to a gentle breeze
What the cold night is to the blazing flame,

What the soft zephyr is to a tree of golden leaves

What the warmth of a hand is to a smooth forehead,
What the glittering dew drop is to green grass,

Is your sliver of silent appreciation,
Your unsaid word of praise to this bright-eyed lass!