How joyous it would be
If I were loved by thee...

As she and I do lay 'neath summer's noon
I quarrel with the sun: who loves her more...

My furry coated fluff-ball does so bark-
As tho' by each a roar is pleasure met...

When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...

I wonder if you know I love you so;
As vast that you can dream, as real as touch...

I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...

When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...

My heart beat's a faithful song
once covered by my sin...

If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole...

If you with wit and patience reach my chest
And veer in left, be wary of your find...

If I warbled alike a dove
and fluted - tunes of love...

O' turn the sun to where she now resides;
That here be dark, and there she's cast in full...