The poet I know, writes in joy,
As her eyes kiss each of his eye,
As the smile that decorates her face,
Becomes his beauty to embrace!
Finds in her a child,
Innocent, gentle, soft and kind.
And the uttered words of hers,
Breezily swirls around the lighted face of his!
The leaves cheer, rustling,
With the wind, flowers sway, dancing,
Spreading their ever enlightening fragrance,
With a tender charm and elegance!
Who cares what and how does it matter,
For the wondrous world is in her!
Watching her with her tales to tell,
He reaches the land of romance to dwell,
The world of music, beauty and poetry!