I'm wandering in search of the lake willows,

to see its leaves gently swaying in the wind.

Or should I look for the lustrous stream of hair

flowing down a pair of shoulders.

A vision of her enchanting smile

and slender figure

was forever impressed

in my mind...

We were together on a tranquil autumn night.

She stood there in silence for quite some time.

Hesitantly, I want to read to her

a few lines of heart verse:

Please let the brook and the mountain find each other.

Just like us, a couple of times rebonding our love.

I want to take you across the green mountain ranges.

We will visit the gently flowing brook.

But nature’s not as gentle as your raven hair

But last autumn’s not as clear as your eyes...

I want to write a few lines of verse.

Or play music, or paint flowers.

O Darling, please know that:

Our Love is manifest

in Music, in Poetry, 

and in… Your Lustrous Stream of Hair!