As white and calm her face
As the solitary valley post snowstorm
Wafted the wind touching her palms,
Ah! It was glacial cold.
Spellbinder she seemed,
Mesmerized I followed,
Exceptionally fast, too speedy to catch.
She was pacing? She was flying.
An inch above, from the green grass.
Breezy swift, lightly fast
Galloped I after, in green wood vast
Once I succeeded to touch her finger nail
Thunder of frost, through my veins sail.
Snatched elle off, vanished in the green.
Rapid, imitation! Lifespan Nay me seen.
For an instant she stood, tempted and ran
Disappeared in broad forest, mysterious she again.
Chasing her, running after, I lost her any sight
Wide greens, open sky, and the heavenly twilight
There she was, still, stood in cold and charm
Here I, hypnotized, what a stupid lamb! And warm.
Violet flowers, white lilies, stretch emerald meadow
Sparkling face, neck, bare hands! There was no shadow
Nay we said, nay we talked, only eye to eye
She - lion on left, lamb on right ‘n’ wish to together die.
