O Stranger with the laughing eyes,
Whose look doth cause my heart to
Whose glance doth bring about the
And haunt my every moment of
Why are we thrice together
By Forces unseen to our eyes?
What is the reason to me unknown
That makes my passionate Spirit
No words can answer to this query,
No thoughts express the reason
And thinking of it I grow weary--
And sometimes wish that I would
But wait! The answer comes to me!
It lies within your subtle charms.
O don't you see! O don't you see!
I am to die within your arms--