I am about to lie down-
give up, surrender in defeat…
Until you came by the time.
 
Dear, o darling. The power of
your presence, the twinkle
emanating from thine eyes
warmths my heart-enthralled
with Delight, Joy-encompassed
all around, High as the
echelons of emotions-Ne’er
the fancy of whims-but
of sincerities of the heart.
 
Ever I am thankful up above
for such existence: I endeavor
my care, my devotion so pure…
My perseverance-hoping for
sure, may blossom forth,
the scarlet roses, the whitest
of the lilies
As fresh as the
morning dawn.