The sun is blocked by clouds to me,

The moon will never rise.

For I'm caught by your beauty,

As I gaze into your eyes.

What luck has fortune brought,

As I hold your hand in mine.

My mind has only since thought

Of your beauty, pure, divine.

If you saw an angel come to you,

And start to speak, to talk.

What would you, the wise one do,

To forbid yourself to balk?

Such is the problem I encounter,

When I see you coming.

I sense my heart aflutter,

My soul is given wings.

Yet I can't help but shy away,

Hoping to talk to you another day.