Quivering

The way she looks at him
And the way he looks at her...
Flowers bloom
Spring has come,
And the leaves are
quivering
quivering
quivering
again...

He cannot be moved,

He cannot be shaken.

Even the god of love was reduced to dust.

Spring has come.

And the leaves are 

quivering, 

quivering 

quivering

again.

The way he looks at her
And the way she looks at him...
Lightening Strike,
Electricity
And the storm has come again...

The wind howls his name
And the dark clouds carry his rains
From compassionate eyes,
Tear drops fall
Nourishing
Nourshing
Nourishing
The earth again.