I am sorry to think of you in such a way.
That is a lie, you are a lovely mystery
I cannot help but gladly want to solve away,
At the sight, the simple thought; such sweet reverie…
You are such, my obsession. Wherefrom comes this sweet
Passion? I know not, from heart or mind or elsewhere?
I wish not to make you my own – I fear defeat –
How would I even dare hope to make you aware
Of what I think, of what I feel, of you, so fair…?
Your lively eyes, your playful hands, your fierce, bright hair,
Your sweet smile, melodious voice, your joyful presence;
To me you are a dream, a sweet evanescence,
An angel in my world, improbable beauty,
I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to say
A simple word of you would make my whole world sway,
Welcome anomaly in my reality.