Figure of the sun
With the careless head of spring
Her very wary eyes
Only for me.

A whimsical spirit set free
Like Eros on his killing spree
In a heartbeat, two or three
She makes a home from my heart
Like she was made for this

Tangle all the flowers around my neck
Sing to me every summer and every spring
And I'll lay on your bed
Ask me of the sun, the moon, the stars
And no less I'll bring.

Dear goddess, has my lover been killed?
I no longer feel the warmth and joy
May her soul only hear how much I've missed
The figure of her body next to me
Countless nights I've bled
Crying for my lover on my sheets

Her golden song of laughter and dark ebony locks
Every wrinkle when she smiles and her  grieving songs
All the beauty I've grown to love
My heart, oh muse, is forever yours.