In the shadow of the heart
Let me sit and chant:
Her hymns of love,
For she appears ready to pass,
As the beauty of the moon,
Through the hazy lane of memories
Lying before my staring door
Harboring the family
Of lovely and lively feelings...
Let me close my eyes
To see her bloom as full moon,
Not the half seen
Or the part hidden in the dark.
Shadows of her coyness
Grow like a witch
Bitching her bewitching grace;
While the other half
Trodden by lecherous eyes
Scars a crescent on her face.
