One saw ye behind my beck
Loved ye from the distence.
One knew ye got my beck
Smelled ye from the distence.
Ye call my name
One thank thy name.
The sound ye make
Is the sound one dance for.
Shall one save ye for a raining day?
Or should one wate for a red-letter day?
What can one say to the sun,
That bring light to my eyes?
Beauty is what I feel,
Love is what I see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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