Temptation

The sun is coming down

The light is nearly gone

And the color of dark eagerly covers the earth

The scent of night spreads over my window

It smells flowers, a white genuine one

It smells like love, a pure scent of heart

It smells like life, an innocent creature born without burden



But I could not guess what is it

Neither define what it was

I could not mention how it is

Either would not be able to describe

It is like nature that every one knows

Yet closely like things that people might not dare to explain



Is it creature..that created from ashes

Was it a scent ... That made after love fell apart

But it seemed pure... With nothing might be able to darken it

It seemed like you... A temptress of heart