Désolé

From stellar seed in vacuum purest,
blossoms quietly; my feeling truest.

O pousse de fleur!
Don`t be afraid to blossom.

I will care for you.
I will nurture you.
I will die for you.

I will hurt you and I will love you,

all in the same night.

The weather is not to blame,

I am the midnight storm,

where flower`s tear is rain.

At night till down enduringly to flourish,

soft dreams will silently my blossom nourish.