Like a Victoria garden, you’re the season of spring.
Sweetheart, you’re a love song in my heart to sing.
Just like an April shower, you sprinkle tender love.
You are as beautiful as May flowers, that I think of.
An angel in my atmosphere, for a heavenly kiss.
A melanochroi in my dream, at early dawn’s bliss.
In your arms, a calm feature nestles a lover’s moon.
The stillness of a mocking bird, sings out a lovely tune.