BILLET d'AMOUR

I am just counting my hours

My horse is galloping in joy

This sunny morning brings your freshness

And its warm feels me your spray.

 

Whenever I see your innocent image

Whenever I woke up in midnight hours

Whenever your memory frenzied me

With my blood I wrote Billet d’Amour.

 

All my enraged, all my regale

Which turmoil in my deep heart

Every clasp with pillow in peevish

Your looming image which I feel

My rage with you when you hurt

And my love which I has realize.