On early morn when petals graced the sun
A touch of first born mist unfolds each day,
And all the butterflies will be in one--
To greet the blooming flowers of bright May.
Then there thou art O Lily of my life:
Thy merest smiles sketching thro’ mine eyes,
O faithfully I’ll be with thee my wife
I wore thy ring, and there is no disguise.
Please be with me in Henley O my love,
Follow all the beat of mine innermost,
It’s there our dreams guarded by light above,
We'll never be apart again; we’re close.

I searched for thee till sun egress to rest--
Then I found thee, I’ll give thou all my best.