Poezja

If you had been mine to love and to hold,
with great happiness my whole face would shine;
I would embrace you, kiss your hair of gold
if you had been mine.

Together we would sip the day as wine,
would live in joy until we are both quite old
while all of our days are glorious and fine.

Even if the winter days were icy cold
never would our love and loving decline,
our love would find its own joys manifold,
if you had been mine.