My sweet heart
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers,
Number, all your grace
Painting my age with beauty
Of the days
As the waves purify
The peobled shore
Then, my life shall flow
In ceaseless praise
Singing, Thanks God
That you are mine
And I am yours
Even as the day speaks.
And the night declare knowledge
That, there is no end of treasure Or wealth of every precious thing
In the valley of decision
You will forever
Be my choice
