Lady Flower, this lonely road I walk is the only garden my heart knows.
To watch you gracefully decorating it with your feminine gait leaves me breathless, while wishing you were mine.
My soul even becomes intoxicated every time I look at you among nature's blossoms giving beauty to my dreams.
Sadly, as the final days of autumn come to an end, my heart willingly surrenders its warmth to the cold embrace of winter's unkindness.
Beautiful woman, if only I had the spirit of a great poet, I would pen the most mellifluous words of love upon the pages of your heart.
If I were a sheet of paper and you the ink, how I wish you would write your dreams upon my empty heart in return.
Darling, if it is my fate to remain in this lonesome oppression, I will gladly accept it with the hope that you will one day walk upon this lonely road again.