SPRING OF LOVE

Too steely is his body
that it is not possible
to extricate oneself from his
iron-grip.
Too rough and fierce
his face
that frightening is his
appearance.
Too sharp are his eyes
that one can’t stand
his blinding looks.
Too furious he is
that one can’t even mull
engaging in a duel with him
but
too tender is his character
that one fails often
to measure the intensity
of his boundless love.
Too sad it is that
all go wrong in judging
him.
Too patient we must be for
the spring of love to gush
forth from the depth of hard rocks.