Aubade For Incipient Lovers

Sunrise, just before the dawn Bluebirds, welcome the sun, may my songs reach your window Only in knight dreams do I behold, the lovely beauty of lady Lointaine Games of love, with little glances Upon your pedestal like a star Your domnei of hope, from afar I awoke suddenly and you were nowhere I dream awake of how I will always care Falling asleep, dreaming of eternal love, if I should not wake, I would die a thousand fates, to mourn like a dove at you windowsill, without having to secretly fly away, just before the dawn of each day Bluebirds make me sad and one day I will not regret the sun