In her black shiny hair
as black as deep sparkling cloud.
Her rosy lips are the colour of may.
She is in my heart, that i must say
Love is the spring of life
Her word are the sweet of linnet
Her voice rings in my ears
Like the skylark whistles from the sky
Her love perched on my heart
Her eyes shine like blue the sea
In her smile i see the beauty of morning.
I find nowhere a rose
As She is a living rose for me.