Your black lips are tender and impeccable
The cruel frowzy world becomes bearable
For I find them genuine and certainly gorgeous
And at them in my sight, I'm no longer conscious
...
My Aphrodite, my pure ecstasy and inspiration
Shall she be my alter-ego, or my sad damnation
Her heart, small and fragile, hey eyes full of tears
Come closer my charming darling, and have no fears
...
Your eyes, sublime
That beauty, a crime
I'm intoxicated in prime
I don't think, I rhyme
...
Dim Tree
Your black lips are tender and impeccable
The cruel frowzy world becomes bearable
For I find them genuine and certainly gorgeous
And at them in my sight, I'm no longer conscious
The tree behind you is dim and goes into the shade
At the glance of your eyes, everything is but a fade
They invoke dizziness, even though the picture is gloomy
Am I happy because I'm falling in love, Or I'm just loony
My darling, if I were enfolded by cold and thick brume
I shall seek for your sweet smile, and use it as a bloom
Your heart makes my world tremble and makes it shake
I trust you, and I shall put my life into the hands of the fate