Never scorn my pure passion,
for it has no seed of abomination
and I have not made any attempt
to have a taste from another honey well
nor do I bamboozle you with my glittering sheepish look.
You alone has has been the centre
of this wild fire that burns within.
Now that our love is in bloom
my inner soul feels the thrill
of your tender affection which I cherish,
Oh my love, I yearn for a magical touch from you