Glance I morn and eve her through office track
Reach we station same time, just fetch the train,
Glazes she that seraph soon heart chants as lark
So, thoughts run as rainless horse in spring rain.

Routine route turns to splendid path of passion
Blithe to gaze her face, but curse holiday break,
Heart wants gleeful talk still soul cuts emotion
Seasons change, venture not to heart felt speak.

Gives me lost book one-day she at pride glance
Express thanks, taking cute care as good friend,
Shy veils vanish and pats fair path, forth hence
Hearts and souls entwine, with that travel band.

Our right steps plunge us in bright state of faith
God blesses bliss, soon sooth wedlock not myth.