You Are A Song

You are beautiful; you are a song,
Each breast a nation,
Your eyes as beautiful as water
From the most beautiful blue cascade.

You are lovely, are a song,
A nightingale in your nightgown,
Because your voice is like the moon,
The moon who has the night for her cradle.

You are gorgeous; you are a song,
And my laughter is without rhyme or reason,
When you, innocent as swaddling clothes,
Are singing your little melodies.

You are beautiful; you are a song,
And your sighs are tones of passion,
When with my love I sound a tune.
You are a marvellous song.