Wild Thought For You

I don’t know why my love for you Always makes me think the impossible Though for your love I wander like a monk Most of the time I remain calm and cool I think of the Moon; Why does not it fall on the Earth And break into pieces like a disc of glass Then my lover’s only rival would vanish No poet would ever write on its beauty And the world would always say that I have found as my lover the most beautiful lass I think of the Roses; I think I could crush them all And dump them like a heap of dirt When a flower would bloom somewhere They would say that the flower is As beautiful as the face of his sweetheart