Thine eyes shine as bright as the twinkling sky
above. But thine eyes of starlight are placed
in a heavenly face, as peaceful, why,
as beautiful as an angel. Thou, based
in a high tower, look down upon all.
O, what would it be like to see through thine
eyes? Blesséd, shining that hold me in thrall,
stopping me in mine tracks. I shall, a shrine,
build for thee. Filled with treats as sweet as thee,
I shall pray until the day I can see
thee eye to eye. We shall go to the sea,
romping through sand, lying in sun. Sweet pea,
we shall walk through the market arm in arm
and I shall see that thee come to no harm.