Amid intoxicating green, our Love bestow,
I plucked for her a bunch of forest flowers,
A lovestruck arrow strayed from Cupid's bow,
And pierced a tearful cloud to April showers.
We trod the rugged path towards the steeple,
Together dancing wildly in the rain,
Flirting unaware of passing people,
To please our yearning we could not abstain.
Her female curves my wanting eyes impress,
She moved with poise and grace of noble swan,
To blushing moon removed her silken dress,
Our pleading Siamese limbs conjoined as one.

'Til the moon with bloodshot eye expelled a yawn,
Retiring then bowed curtsy to the dawn.