Of-times I'd like to see,
her winsome rosy face
Perhaps, which artists would like to trace
Of-times I'd like to perceive,
her sweet fore spoken voice
which, in the midst of others, is my only choice
Oft-times I'd like to see her in smiles,
which would pave me to deep thoughts
And cause laughter from underneath the heart
Oft-times when I repose on my couch
her face flashes on my inward eye
Crestfallen used be my heart, if said good-bye
Content would be my psyche if it persists till the dawn
Which hoists my glee for all time
