My love
My love is like a stained glass window,
Her tender soul as brilliant as a star.
Her smile makes men Cleary see,
Her beauty near and yet afar.
While her heart as warm as spring,
Her hair like rain when angels sing,
Or but if she should whither not,
Fonder still my heart does sought.
Until the moon and sun lights kiss,
My life without her has no bliss.
Please let the fire grow awhile,
And float with me in the silver smoke.