Years I have known as the master's slave ,
Years I have slaved in a drunken blue.
A sweet stream burst from the snowy wave ,
And led me to your wondrous hue.
I was an azure floating the sky ,
Wobbled and fell on your gentle lap.
Led me asunder and placed me high ,
Lest the moment alone as a twig shall snap.
You know that my soul and also my heart ,
Are not mine but wholly your own.
In time , it's known , that I shall part ,
Devoted to you and your wonder alone.
Years I have ran in the funeral maze ,
And looked upon you with a scattered gaze.
