I
On the cold Winter Night,
Few lines I pen.
Of a potrait I have
of a dear new friend.
Fresh, it may be
but ancient it seems.
As if from childhood,
together we've been
Like a good old friend,
long lost in memory.
Coming back to life.
Reviving a forgotten amity.
Such divine companionship
so wonderful, so great
I shall always cherish it,
till the day I'm dead.
till the day I'm dead.
II
Oh! The way she smiles,
and the way she laugh
And the happiness she shares,
Oh! Has she plenty enough
As if a cascading fall,
bound for perpetuity.
She's overflowing with love,
in graceful harmony.
And her soft, supple cheeks,
blushes as ripe peaches.
Oh! The hands of god made 'em,
especially for kisses.
Only for kisses.
III
Oh! The beauty's beyond,
The dream of ordinary men.
Equals, there aren't,
in past nor will then.
Like the flowers in blossom,
or the birds in flight.
As if the stars in the heaven,
or the angels in the night.
Oh! There aren't any words,
that can merely define.
Such graceful acquaintance,
that's utmostly divine.
Even the gods are impotent,
and is nature weak.
Against her subtleties,
no one can speak !
No on can speak !
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