This plain beacon is what you see
But in my eyes it is my soul
This beacon does not light like fires,
Instead a colour in shades unknown:
It does not light, like a bulb;
Nor turn on or off like a switch,
But instead when I see this beacon,
This beacon shines within my head.

Untilled language that supports no tone
A sleepy job that no skills display:
Poor poet who has lost his song
Sits in blue and writes away:
Sad poet, too poet you be-
Too poet you are, too high your desire;
The intrepid poet, not given to know
Any song that should inspire.

No day is nicer than one spent with you
No night is colder than one without your warm
The stars in space, they shine brighter and brighter
But when next to you how easy I scorn:
The waves at sea, they sway and they sway
And up about our boat of love:
Wooden planks and a bucket for waste
And all our loving will float above!

Beautiful, like ocean sky
And daily like the sun and moon:
Setting clouds, the world heads by
In jaded eyes of us and you.

She has crescent eyes, like the moon
And ocean hair, like rays of sun:
And when she talks, she talks with you -
Like windy rain that skies sway from:

Her shoes dress red, like her lips
All filled with roses and more red,
Her teeth are white as eyes stay lit;
And when she smiles I smile ahead:

Cherry roses, the cheeks are warm
Budding flower, eye creases bloom:
Happy lover, my heart flares fire
Love fills your eyes, eyes fill my room!

A man who slips on the steps of life
And the sun would bring a shadowy pull:
All men that forget to take this street -
In shameful calls we'll hear him go.