I want of the world
That is in the darkness of your eyes
My love is underneath the mulled sunrise
Time will tell if those were lies
As long as you arise in a fragrant morning
Covered in the darling buds of spring
Washed in the clovers with their nascent stem
Amid the petrichor and fragrance in the breeze
If the morning dew rushes down
Let our love be benign
And follow the clouds
For our lips cannot touch on this solid ground
You are my garden
Where I spend my last days