Lover’s Serenade
I cherish you, darling,
Don’t you know that?
I dare not ask a pretty smile,
Nor a friendly hug as we should.
Oh dearest mine,
For our friendship which we treasure,
I adore you more than in thought,
I dare not ask a weekend date,
Nor a Friday kiss as we could have,
Let me sing a song of truth I would.
A happy song free from vagueness,
Only brings back a good memory.
I dare not ask a dream of love
Beyond a noble and holy limit,
Upon our souls, we carry intact,
Oh mine, Souly holy of ours...
Souly holy of ours...
April 19,2003
