Your hair whispers of moonlit delight.
Your eyes like the sea holds the galaxy in your sight.
Your skin pale and soft as a spring's breeze,
for my heart it does more than seize.
Your are beautiful, My dear.
But the opinions of others you seem to fear.
My heart yet longs
for your name to be in all songs.
Ah, My Dear, your beauty is without flaw
Whether you see it or not.
