On a four-sided wall with windows on,
I sat hearing the silence of wind blown.
The sher image of myself on the floor,
And with the clock that ticks making hours.

The sound of the clock makes me unaware,
that someone is right beside me.
In the silence,
I take a glance.
Gorgeous blue eyes,
staring at me.
Wearing apples, my face, smilling.
Thou art with those looks when thou shalt say,
Say something about thy.
In the crowd,
I take a walk.
Thy flowers smell,
Lead me a place.
Seeing thou on the side of me 
Ay, see thy smile. Lovely, hold, hold my heart

My hour is almost come when I will leave,
Yet methinks thou hast lend me with me'ries.
Nor a coloured frames, nor things remind me,
But sound of that clock that becomes melodies.