Hopless Romance

O, Thou art, in my dream-nacked in the moonlight O, Thou art, in my holdin' touch so tight O, Thou art, …always in my mind O, and thou art also in my hand Alas, Venus, Thou gi'e me the art of life in the trace Alas, Rose, Thou gi'e me the art of utterance Alas, Bird, Thou always bring me a beautiful scenery ‘Tis I doth not even know here, I my self want to embrace closely I my self is always lonesome think over my destina'ione How a beautiful thou art! Dance in emo'ione If I my self see Thou, I always fe'l hungry Sometimes I my self is ma'e angry Like a bee fee's dry of honey It pla's smoothly at the green valley Like the flower blossom in the winter Like a man who makes love painter I my self who's lookin' for-never found an eternal love And, with Thou I my self marry in survive And, whose nobody else which is feelin' as same as I my self in lovin' He or she is a hopeless romance which is not always preceisin'