Him. His. For Him. Forever?

I think of myself as of little and marvelous birdie,
Which sings like a firebird and charms with a beautiful voice.
If only I could, oh, I could be so brave and so sturdy
To fly to His window. His heart by my singing rejoice!

I think of myself as of innocent ravishing daisy.
If only I could, oh, I could be to grow in His yard
And make His impressible heart as of happiness hazy,
And see His magnificent smile as a greatest regard.

I think of myself as of blistering mountain river,
I stream to His land in unstoppable rapturous rush.
If only I could, oh, I could quench his thirst, make him shiver...
I;d do anything, but my fanciful dreams will be crashed.

His world is fulfilled by the birds and by glorious daisies,
He;s happy possessor of shimmering rivers and lakes.
And many of women in love with him lose their heads crazy,
But the Hero of Mine never makes any human mistakes.