I gaze out of my open window,
The cool night air, lifting my hair
I am watching the butterflies dancing in the moonlight, here, there,
And everywhere,
Settling now on the flowers and trees,
Which are sleeping quite still, even in the midnight breeze.
Serenity flows through my veins,
As I follow the dance of joy in nature’s fanes
And fairy flight fills my heart as they paint their silent and magical art.
A swirling mass of beauty and love,
Dipping down to the grass and up to the blossom filled boughs above.
I watch this wondrous sight
Whilst the moon glows with full and mysterious light
And I am immersed in this her song, of her love of the night
You severed me for your paramour,
My first love, you are mon amour,
Doxy of love surround your heart,
Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart,
Sweeping the hectic lanes,
Sleeping in the lonely fanes,
I feel solaced in this heavy rain,
Why is this pity a condolement of pain?
Sire of our children, am a lone parent...
Squire's anguish on your treachery is apparent...
Finding love in your absence,
I am in awe of his presence...
You rush to the aisle in clamour,
Heart cracked, I am married to your paramour.
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