Of what my secret dreams in silent night?
Of what my precious smile at the light?
It is a mystery to all and even to my poem,
you’re faithful friend, but I’m so foreign.
Will not describe you feelings of my soul!
Or you’ll reveal who’s voice I hear of all,
who’s kiss I dream of every night,
who’s strength reminds me of the Knight.
He captured me, my heart, my soul,
will not reveal to poem, who of all!