If he were a bird, I would let him perch  
On my shoulder, right next to my ear;      
His downy feathers would caress my face,
And his songs only I would hear

If he were a frog, I would hold him close --
And shelter him in my pocket;
Or, wrapped in ribbons,  he might feel at ease
Worn near my heart, like a locket

If he were a bee buzzing 'round my head,
I'd let him make a nest in my hair;
And in evening's hush he'd rest on my lips  
And leave honey-filled kisses there

In a jovial way,  I'm saying Love is blind
To the diversities dealt by Fate;
Our mortal frames are inconsequential ---
True love recognizes its mate