When I look upon my ladies eyes,
I feel a bloom inside my heart.
Thou's heart beats like that of wings upon flies,
And to me begins a race to start.
It's for thee I long,
Wishing for my lady to cling.
For inside thee's eyes erupts a song,
Almost saying how thee wishes to sing.
But thee heart to win,
Is like that of a rare flower.
If I do not win the love of thee, upon me there will be a sin,
For thee I will go to the tallest tower.
My love for thee,
Shall always be a blosoming tree.
