When you behold the shimmering stars at night,

You ask if all that beauty’s in your eyes,

You close them, pensive; here within my sight,

Your form so exquisite provokes my sighs;

That hawthorn flowered path on which we walk,

Has scent that’s just as sweet before we meet,

Those songs without words in each precious thought,

Become enchanting music when you speak,

All truth is on these lips I can’t resist,

And in these eyes I see a heavenly fire,

‘But where is beauty? show me’, you insist,

Entwined within your arms I am inspired;

   I know that beauty’s in the stars above,

   Where soars my heart; it’s here, and here, my love.