A tinge of grace,
A sparkle of love,
In all you do,
I see those two.
Spacious are your black eyes,
So will be your heart,
Speaks some one from mine,
spontaneous will be our love.
Many have I met,
were they just to forget,
But you made all the differences,
Shaking down my perseverance.
Is it madness of love?
Or the follies of age,
That for every second of my life,
I see just your face,
Ashore has my heart reached,
Oh! why does it cry,
Its just a matter of fear,
Won’t you accept me ‘Dear’?