Thy silken lovely taking time;
Hair, starlight sunbeams glinting
The sky on your brow,
Sun streaming eyebrows taking time gazing peonies
Grown by chance in the garden.
Well met, moi petite,
One thou kindles love,
Smite my heart in twain,
Fragrance wind weaves ballads whispering thee thee thee;
Shimmering change
Lonely heart o'mine pines for thy touch,
Caress ravish my soul o my love,
Yes my love. …