Poesy

My girl would you go with me,
in an alley, where solitude blooms?
I feel your love in stealthy glance,
in the quietly burning candle in my soul.

"Go with me", I speak to your soul.
I hide my grief in pondered verse.
Unnoticed I weep in fine allegory,
which I choose to speak to the world.

When I feel shunned and lonely
tread by my side close to me
Take away the burden of my soul,
console and make me laugh again.

My girl I see through your eyes,
the world with its magical beauty.
Singing of birds, enchanting streams,
glory of flowers, splendor of nature.