What's it, what's it that makes me smile-
when I think of thee for a while?
Let t'is sunshine, balmy and dry-
warm our hearts as it walks by.

O but today my heart gladdened-
yet as we stared my cheeks reddened!
Upon my journeys down, downstairs-
'midst th' morning and evening airs.

Thy handsome face came into view,
made my feelings dance like white dew.
Th' moment thou showed me that grin-
I knew that my heart thou would win.

Thy presence was but a rhythm,
th' best that my heart could employ.
One a tempest could not destroy-
one destiny could not fathom.

Thy being is th' love I wish,
in my wild dreams and fantasies!
Ah! and thy soul just what I outta please;
a fate my maidenhood shan't miss.

I'll wait for my victorious night-
when no-one else is within sight.
Thy arms opened awide for me;
as I swing outside to find thee.

And I but hope later that day;
thou wilt no longer leave and stay.
To own th' lips I'm fated to kiss,
and wed our love in sacred bliss.

She was like the sun,
Or so I thought.

As I set my eyes awide,
She was more than what met the eye.

A bed of moss with dewdrops and white flowers,
Underneath a gentle spring morning, she sat.

Troubled wind gushing over autumn leaves,
She dances wildly over a carpet of hues.

Silent rain with sorrow pours unbidden,
She finds her shelter on boughs awaiting a gentle pause.

Of all the facades she may hold,
I see her a little, through the cracks of the mask.

For the first time ever,
Seeing this girl of yellow hue,

She was like the sun,
As my soul had seen her all along.

She attracted, tolerated,
illuminated and controlled everything around her,
And I was happy to be at her mercy