I find you fascinating with your smile,
The way your fine mouth curves,
The color of your simply big eyes
And the look you have when you laugh
I look away, to hopes which I keep
Yet dreams of You and I in the field
Disturb my quietness, my sleep.
Am I sad or glad, Am I possessed?
This I can not say, no one can say
Why the lonely solemn nights are quiet
Yet the next morning, the next day
I am awake, hopeful with my pen to flirt
I see the white clouds in the morning, I see Your beauty too
When the sunrises, I still see Your radiant face and love