Fresh life and newborn beauty
Shine years and skies abroad.
All these, I craved internally…
So cried my soul, aloud!
She was my bitter honeycomb,
A bit of sweetened pain;
If her heart came to mine,
All joy is mine to gain!
We once indulged in fruit so rare,
Our tongues all glowed of gold…
Hope and heart set strong in root,
So stood our bond so bold.