As I come Around

As I come around, and see you come,
My heart beats once, and never beats again,
O Beloved,
Your life never want one like me,
A pauper, A shoemaker, A gypsy.

Dull be the person who had passed ye and not looked,
For the eyes of Aphrodite and a rose’s smile are
with you.

What might be,
My Beloved,
True Love as it would last,
What it may be, one cannot see,
But indeed, my heart has seen
Your smile and tears.

True Love as it will last,
A memento in heart,
I will love thee, Beloved,
Even after death I shall…

8/31/05