One breezy evening, many years back,
In the welcoming arms of chirping birds,
I met you, pretty damsel.

Your face;
beautiful as that of a young Greek goddess.
Your eyes;
sparkling like stars in the night skies.
Your lips;
like those of Persuasion, inviting a kiss.
Your teeth;
white as a flock of sheep that are even shorn.
Your voice;
sweet as the melody of a heavenly host.
Your neck;
like the tower of David, built for an armory.
Your whole figure;
curvy like an hourglass.

Many damsels I've met,
But with you, none can compare.
With tender words from tender lips,
I poured out my heart to you.
In a voice so mellow, you said
You're betrothed, I should look elsewhere.
Words which pierced my heart like a hot knife.

I lost you.
Yet, it's hard for me to bury
Your tender embrace and parting kiss,
Which I unremittingly miss.
To have been told "I love you" by you,
Could have been for me a great feat.
Hark, my lost love,
Your place in my heart is yet unfilled.