Nausea

In the luster of her eyes
you'd see the dreams of
a glowing sun
And in her virtuous smile
your heart's rivers will
flow in a warming run

And the whirl of the heart
and all of its flourishing bosom
Shall revolve around the heart
that kept it inside its bottom

And way shall my praise go
over the greenish meadows
When over the sky of low
shall I stand up for my cause

Thus by waiting for the smile
that blessings over me shall reveal
Upon the standing stone for a while
shall I wait for the injury to heal

Yet, the nausea of losing
shall remain unditched
And there once in Heaven
my dreams, shall be fetched