A spring’s blossom in my view,
When I look at thine direction,
Every glance appears to be new,
Every peek of the heaven’s reflection,
Perhaps more fairer than it’s true.
Walking down the aisle, I’m so close to you,
Even still I can’t dare look at thine eyes and say:
With each second pass, I see lesser few,
Wish I could stop time and have this moment replay,
Along with no better an angel I ever knew.
And yet as the days slip past and the more distant we go,
I might never be in thy life again, tiers of adieu overflow.
These 12 lines I write to you fair lady
In these lines are thou remembered,
These 12 lines shall speak my thoughts;
Thine distance shall not be tempered.