She comes everyday at dusk,
When the Sun’s about to melt
Down in my aerie nest.
She comes and greets me
With flowers in her hands
And a smile on her pretty face…

She touches me with her warmth–
The blushing of her rosy cheek–
She talks her heart’s deepest to me
And often laughs with joy…
I laugh with her–Cry with her,
Then try to wipe her tears:
I’m left with the longing
to hold her hand,
When she kisses me goodbye,
And bidding farewell,
Walks away from the grave
where alive I lie…