Do my words make you laugh and make you cry?
Don't blame my words if they rush to your heart
They are the deepest passions I posses
Drawn in the simplest manner I can chart
Like lovely bird songs echo in the woods
Some gay, some sad, but all are works of art
You are the inspiration for my words
My words, your laughs and tears can't live apart

Words rush to my lips when I think of you
Like streams in spring that cross the fields with ease
I never meant to let your tears come down
Except from joy and passionate release
I feel so happy in your hapiness
And I feel so miserable in your tease
I hear your laughing in the meadow springs
And smell your perfume in the morning breeze

Let me right for you what I never wrote
For any woman at no time or place
You are the queen of queens, a song of songs
That's worth the best of prose and best of verse
The Queen of Sheba would but fit a maid
To fold your night gown and to chant your grace
Which language would fulfill my thoughts of you?
And which words would fit better in your case?

Don't blame my words if they rush to your heart
They bring to you the dearest of my soul
Don't blame my songs if they let your tears down
To cheer your heart will ever be my goal
You are my life's joy even when you cry
A joy to my world in part or in whole
A world without Napoleons might be great
A world without you is not a world...at all !