Among the meadows lie those lines
etched by the steps of your lady
and across the plain you stand
beholding her and her beauty.
The spark of her eyes
lacks neither beauty nor serenity?
On your canvas white
does that tranquility still reflect gaiety?
Did it never draw u to lower your brush?
Did the beauty not dazzle you enough?
Did you feel that moment when she did blush?
Was it a moment in trance filled with love?