By S. Li
Hard to meet you,
Harder to miss you.
As wind languishes eastward.
Silkworms kept spinning till death,
Just like candles cease to drip
only after burning out completely.
I hate to see my gray hairs
from mirror every morning.
And I feel chilly at night
when reciting love poems under moonlight
without you by my side.
I know Mount Peng-lai is not that far away,
Still I'll ask Cupid to look after you for me
in my absence.