Hold my hand initiate with me,
Walk with me in the mist of red roses,
Of sweet berries igniting well with your lips,
With virls of blue sky dancing,
Ululating for such enormous beauty,
Your beauty rises day and night,
Your affection weathers not,
Like of sweet incipient vines,
Wandering with my roots each day,
Bearing all the sweetest hearts at once,
Your love forever sleeps my nightmares quite very well,
Up in the tree shall our love grope no longer.