A certain red-dressed figure
Is running through my head
How can I recognize her?
By eyes or the way she’s dressed?
But even if I saw her smile
I wouldn’t know if it was her,
Somehow it’s truly out of line
To leave it aside, it will recur…
She soars before my face again
Like a thin flush haze
Overwhelms my brain,
With tender phrase
Lady stuns me and then
I’m touching sweet skin
Till she’s going insane
Over and over and over again…
From just contented longing
Into great and ardent love
The story of us is growing,
It will be strong enough
To hold us there together,
As I fold you in my arms,
You fondle, love me baby
Involving all your charms.