A Poem For Kaoru Seta
No painting can compare to thee/
Nor starry sky or ocean view/
For I see roses blooming from thy lips/
Everytime she speaks/
No honey could have a sweeter scent/
Nor rose or lavender/
Than that of the perfume/
Everytime she walks by/
No silk could be finer/
Nor gold strands or linen fibers/
Than thy purple hair/
That flows in the breeze/
No ruby is as precious/
Nor coral or garnet/
Than the color of thy eyes/
As they shine so fleetingly/
No queen is as lovely/
Nor princess or duchess/
Than the prince I know as/
Kaoru Seta/
