A Call from Heart

Come soon, my sweetie
This heart remembers you

Hear the sighful ticklings of my heart
And let me sink into your deep eyes

O come soon I await you for long
Weather is fine and frosty one but I am forlorn

This spring calls us dear
To perceive meads, plains, and greeneries

Under these green trees, we should sit a while
And gaze the bees near the thorny bushes

I see no obstacle here
Save, this open sky and the gentle breeze

Which often trembles me with cold
And at that very moment, I long your presence

So, come soon my sweetie
This heart remembers you

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