Female of a little voice

You are a flower,
color, light and verse.
You are a song,
weeping, joy and dream.
You are nocturnal ballad
and so mad creed.
You are crazy passion,
and snatched kiss,
but when I haven’t to you
you are pain, distress and grief,
barren field,
desert steppe,
frosted culture,
you are a painful secret
when I haven’t to you.
When you are with me
I am a crazy person
who not stop to sing,
I am a crazy person
who put seeds by the ways,
I am a crazy person
who loves to paint of blue the fields
and the green tallest skies,
but when I haven’t to you
you are pain, distress and grief,
barren field,
desert steppe,
frosted culture,
you are a painful secret
when I haven’t to you.