For Lee
When the night comes and I feel the icy sting of
wind,
I think of your clear eyes,
their crystal depth and inviting warmth
wrapping me in their blanket of tenderness.
When the sadness erupts to battle my heart,
I shield myself in your image.
Your heart in my heart adorns my breast
in protection and love.
You surround me in my soul
and parry the thrusts of melancholy.
You are everything to me.
James Tze-Ming Hsiao