Tonight,
I have come
To your abode,
My beloved.
I care not
For the wind.
And I fear
No rain.
In my right,
I hold
A flower,
And in
The other,
I carry
My guitar.
All the night,
I repeat
My song
For you
Word by word.
Now I
Learn it
By heart.
Will you
Kindly listen
To it.
Not because
It is
The best
Of the songs.
But because
When it
Was born,
It bathed
In the light
Of your charm.
Cast rays
Of light
From your eyes,
So that
My song
May beam
Like a
White boat
Laden with
Tender feelings
Like gold.