Gone Astray

How many nights

Have not I laid beside you,

How many suns and moons

Have come and gone?

Tell me how many counterfeit lovers

Have walked across you,

Truculently touching you away,

My delicate white swan.

You've tasted like morn-brighten,

You've tasted like moonlight,

And with the tens of eclipses passing from the framework,

You've become my only hopeful sight.

For ask words and stars worth,

Will you be my life, my shine,

Will you be the flower that'll bloom in my heart,

So; Oh! Fair lady, will you be mine.