Jaihoon likens love as a hive for the starving bee and water to the dying in these verses
Love me as much
Love me as such
As if we became the hive
For bees who for love starve
As if we were a book
For the ignorant to look
As if in the garden
Were flowers we alone
To the dying is dear
A handful of water
As I stand by your side
Or into the earth I fade
As if a lover
Differ not from a martyr
As if angels be jealous
Of your love zealous
As if the Lord has set aside
Another paradise for the loved
Hey the mercy-filled wine!
To drink is fortune only mine
Love me as if in the morrow
You can love no more
Sep 2 2009. Edit Feb 2024
