"Chorus"

 

by

 

Felipe Maximiliano Chacón 

 

 

For this, girl, I'm sighing;

Always searching with craving I go,

Like butterflies and robins,

Oh! From your eyes, guileless love;

Because your eyes are expressive,

What two missives of the soul are,

I see in them with hope,

The fortunate venture that I desire.

 

 

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