His loving eyes shone down on me,
And my tender heart he won.
I swooned as if in a fantasy
On the day my soul was overcome.
Across the bridge divine we walked
So in love in the morning sun,
The doves we fed, I'm sure they talked
As with a superhuman tongue.
We danced among the poppies red,
Gathered the flowers one by one,
Opium said, 'You'll soon be wed'
We prayed: Thine shall be done.
Oh happy morn, our love forsworn
And a web of veneration spun,
Vows of love on breezes borne
Sweet the kiss when we were young.
Smiling eyes glanced down at me,
My tender heart already won.
He held me close and sang to me
The sweetest song ever sung.
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