I want you to stay the summer,
Here, upon my windowsill, as my favorite bloom.
You sprouted in springtime, filled with sunbeams,
Acting like a riddle, hardly understood.
Now the irises, dancing in my heart, are you,
And I rejoice in their kaleidoscope of color.
I arrange a garland to hang upon my front door,
Setting its sweetness to greet visitors.
It reigns as my purple masterpiece
By which I learn to paint love’s majesty.