Blithely rising in shadowy night
Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold
That was once been secluded from the sight of me
But together has drawn me closer to glee.
As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes;
Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light
My heart surrenders to Love what they called
Relish days playing music of caress.
But I a girl lithe and tawny still frenzied youth
Settling for one hardly creep to my grasp
As fresh as I hunger for pleasure
Of what may World compromise that pleases the soul.
Man of the Sun, sorrow not in deepest night
Someone a woman be laudable of that sincere love
Acquaint other who never pierces the heart
For I not worth, the girl whose love blooms and withers.