Those little eyes which dream a thousand dreams, Oh! like the sun they are, radiating a thousand more. Those innocent gestures which talk more than words, Oh! like that whisper they are, which speak a little more.
To that girl with a silent mind and a decent persona, I write; To that girl with a vibrant smile and an elegant posture, I write; To you, my lady, I ever write, my words measly, My thoughts reflect your mien, Oh! So bright!