The Sun gets to kiss Your soft, freckled skin
Do I get to do so too, my dearest?
Fields reflect in Your eyes, to jade akin
Can I see us in them, of sin clearest?
Before the Summer ends, the yarrow rots
And before the sweet raspberries turn brown
Let's watch a Sunset, like Your golden locks
And upon them, I'll place a flower crown
Yet the time is so close to running out
And I haven't told You yet, even though I try
Am I ready to lead us down this route,
Or will I carry this with me till I die?
In the end, a broken soul cannot love
And thus, You'll never know, my sweet, sweet Dove
