Your presence is like a New Summer,
You send my cold heart a sirocco.
It is when a local from Erzurum
Drinks its tea with Lemon,
Or when a Satsuma tree blossoms in Japan.
Kumquat is the colour of your hair,
And I am at peace with your Koji eyes.
Until this summer ends,
Your Grapefruits will ripen.
I wonder if you will let me taste them?