Love and Death

A blue fish raised in a pot
Blue, blue, blue for me
Was sick, I see.
Swimming in stones picked from sea of Galilee,
He always welcomed my feeding with a sense of jubilee.
The weather of my life sea
Had been howling, I didn’t see.
Sea monsters suddenly loomed to kill me.
Peace with me fled me.
However, my fish was so sad for me
That he, blue, blue, with me
Died for me.

II
I grew a rose for my love,
With faith of a dove,
Hoping that blossoming at my anniversary
Can show my love.
Watering, nourishing and wishing for my love.
Our love affairs seemed to break a cave.
Our rose meditating on love is willing to
Blossom for great love.
With hope and God’s love,
She gave forth seven roses, symbolic of eternal love.
I on that day proudly showed my complete love
To my love, my beloved dove.

Paul Tseng 8/1/1999/8/12 writing for a failure in a Ph.D entrance exam and for the first wedding anniversary in my life

My Angle Gone
My son, pap do love, is gone.
My heart, treasuring you, is down.
My angle, my angle,
Why you are gone.
Pap do love you, with tears down.
With days, weeks, months, years gone,
In another world thousands of miles down
Sleeping my angle, peaceful with princes, dignitaries,
And all ages of crown.
Without masters, without slaves, only dust and dung
My angle, pap do love you, pap do love you
With time gone, with wind blown.
Pap do love you until my breath is gone.

Writing for my aborted son Paul Tseng 8/12/1999