When I see thee walking;
In and out of my dreams:
I can not stop thinking,
If thou art the light beams
That I need in my dark life.
Your beauty is immortal data in my memory
That can not be cut - not even with a knife.
I have no beneficiary,
Since well I know;
That thou fetter my mind.
Now it's the time to let go,
To leave it all behind.
But every where I look all I see
Are the endless tips of thee.