Valetine Swallow By Luke Hsieh to Claire I Idly sipping some tea staring at an azure sky, I saw a swallow at leisure indifferently flew by, Whatever was on its mind it cared none to confess, Nor did it ask my thoughts or my idle distress, Nor did it ask my thoughts or my poetic distress, That bird knew nothing but scents of dear freedom, What did it know about our high literary wisdom, Celebrating one day just as good as another, Seasons dictate its course - mother nature's daughter, Seasons dictate its course - does its mind ever wonder? Idly sipping some tea staring at an azure sky, As My thought wanderred to you, lips gently sighed, A handful of sweet songs must be burried for a long while, Wondering can I ever witness your smile? Wondering can you ever see this poetry smile?, II Oh, my dear little swallow how fast can you fly? Can you carry my whispers to my girl by the by? For the holiday of red roses is nearer by the day, Yet my girl is no where near but thousand miles away, For In the holiday of roses red my girl is far away, She is indeed a beauty you will know her when you read, A pair of ruby hazel eyes thick golden silk on her head, Convey my blessing to her and please sing my lied, Then Pray, bring back tidings of my dear girl sweet, Whether her heart has beem given to another man's lead? Unable to hold her in the rosy day glorious, Nor tell her of my love in a tone sincere, she be as far as you are yet as intimate as a dream, Yet swallow is no pigeon so I will ask the stream, Swallow flies freely "go ask the stream."
- Luke Hsieh -