To speak your name I need a state of mind
In which there's none but you despite there's many
An agate-colored eye that are confined
Inside what glitters like a shining penny.

I am restricted to my thoughts alone,
So many norms prevent the precious bloom,
Which would beyond my armored plates have shown
The depth of feelings that my soul consume.

I want to be with every breath of spring,
To reach your lips and to conceive your eyes,
To reach the cheerful soul that would then bring
Sweet sight, sweet scent, sweet taste, which you comprise.

No way for me to step and softly speak.
Your silence will endure, leaving me bleak.