My Lost Lovely

In waves they flow

Latent thoughts of the sea

That finally greet heaven at horizon’s mark

Would love make acquaintance happiness

Should its travels roam far enough?

Promises are butterfly wings

They flutter, most beautifully

They disappear, most tragically

In your promise still I trust

As sure as the arrival of spring

In my hands is your loving smile

As I travel the road

In search of my lovely lost

Should my eyes carelessly shed a drop,

Through mine your hands shall caress

No beauty can persuade my staying

My lost lovely alone I shall search

It is my sweet travail

With the smile you so cherished

My lovely lost I shall forever search