soaring in the gale of the wind I see fallen leaves dance in a quiet corner like the quick whisk of your perfume scent taking me away like a tiger swallow in flight,  

how beautiful are you when I am in a trance upon your sight and like a slave I would serve you my fairest maiden, upon 1000 there are none who can compare to my sweet,

as my mind ponders wildly your pleasantness cherishes a smile that is bestowed upon my face, how lovely are you?  Like an angel within the sky you are the preciousness of God’s making, and to touch you gently would be a keepsake within my heart,

and to be with you is like a far faraway dream, how can I hold you once without a memory seizing my soul?  Tell me how can I trade a chance to go to heaven to capture one moment with you?