I want to feel the
Bright, perfume-scented
Clothes with my strong palm.

I use lotion on
My skin, so the heat
Makes me want to have
A drink beneath the
Shadow by the tree.

Seemingly, I heard
A bird was singing.

I thought that the fair
Girl's carriage had once
Been dreaming with me.

We complimented
The shape of the cloak
We gave the hairpin
She put on all the
Sole admiration.