Within my heart, a reckless spree,
A stranger plants relentlessly
Stones of joy and pain.
Red stones, blue stones, silently lie
Framed within where secrets sigh,
A solemn, vivid chain.

A bashful maiden, tender, sweet,
In quiet grace, her soul repeats
A dance within my core.
Her anklets sing a haunting tune,
Rising and fading, sun to moon,
An echo evermore.

She dwells now in a mystic grove,
A secret realm where sorrows rove
In shadows soft yet grim.
Her dreams entwine in silken threads,
Joy and grief on a woven bed,
A veil of twilight dim.