my mistress hold my heart

And I hold her in mine,

In such times bliss is not far

And yet I will love her till I die,

Her love is like a river keep flowing

While I keep swimming and drowning.

Her hair’s are black in a delightful way

As if they are month of May,

I have seen all the beauty

But nor such beauty compared to my mistress,

I love to see her smile

And yet I compare her smile into something phenomenal,

As my mistress walks on the ground

I swear I never saw an angel walks on earth before.