You are the apple of my eye,
A top tree-leaf, waving “Hi!”
A bluebird stops from flying by
To sing you sweet his “My oh my!”
You are a star who plays your beams
Into the deepness of my dreams,
Making beauty glow so free
Inside the smiling soul of me,
So I, who am your living love,
Want no other dreamings of
But you, my true, my darling dove!
I see my mouth your mouth upon,
I feel the taste of rushing dawn;
Your eyes do beckon, me invite,
Till I am swallowed in your light!