thy lips coverss mine with kisses,
thy love is better than wishes
thy scents lay deep in mime head,
the sound of thy noun- recalls deep into the nite..
let not mine colour, nor mine poverty be between us,
for mine hearth and soul be richer than all earthly riches.
Where lead i mine flocks-,
for the green pastures.
why look i for thee among nests of other birds,
why climp th Everest,-
when thy Alps is all i need.
As upon thy breast i set,
like a wild flower, that blossoms in the vineyard,
how beauitful you are-, adilightful sight to look at.
May the grass cover our backs,
and stars the candle-lites,
the leaves be our ceiling.
as aRose amid the thorny bushes...
so be thee among the crowds,
like a Ribon among other birds...
so is thee mine loviest lass.
come and we shall sore the skies higher.