Dear angel, you're beautiful To do dream of love, For a single spark Your bright pupil, The poet all day. Air naive girl United front, azure veins, Sweet breath-vanilla Mouth where dew sparkles On ivory pure laughter; Foot slender and arched, white hand Silky curls of jet, Gooseneck that looks, Flexible as the branch That evening a fresh breeze caress; You, upon my word, All it takes to charm; But your soul is so frivolous, But your head is so crazy That we dare not love you.