Lady you are so very dear to me --
Like a pure flower soaking in the rain
Or the fiercely crashing waves on the sea
Or the whiten top mountains snow has lain . . .
The brilliant iridescence of a gem,
The rising moon's cool opalescent light,
Spring time azaleas and the scent of them,
The smell of honeysuckles in the night.
And the delightful sounds are also dear --
Like screaming winds that sing among the trees
Or many crickets calling from the weir
Or people humming happy melodies.
           But dearer far than all surmise
           Are sudden tear-drops in your eyes