How sweet it is to be in the world
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
You said it tonight on a beautiful day
Stole my tears and took them clean away
You said it, mare, in an enchanted site
While march-thorn blends its blossoms white
On the greenest hillside of its darling forest
And the old wound, if stricken, is the sorest
So I'm hopping to trod the flowering grass
Maybe in few days your love may pass
And I, silent, running by your lovely side
I think maybe you will be a good bride
While I let my reverie float at random
But we made quite steps a tandem
in bottom of my heart I repeated to myself
Life is good, And joy is intoxication shelf
It is sweet to walk beside you in a blurry
Without fear And without fury nor worry
It is sweet to celebrate our greatest youth
Then dream, I dream, this is also sooth
To crown the glass of you shinny hair
My lovely mistress in flowers care
Then I'll walk, in the sandstone of the wind
I know the love makes the one blind
I will just dressed like the bourgeois horse
Out to the country side and the golf course
Then I might be almost lost on the horizon
Because some thoughts and dreams rising
Far away I don't know where I'm going
But with you I will Enjoy our free roaming

Author / Aladdin Aures H