If I should think of loveI'd think of you, your arms uplifted,Tying your hair in plaits above,The lyre shape of your arms                                           and shoulders,
The soft cur                                       ve of your winding he                                             ad.No melody is sweete                                             r, nor could Orpheus                                            So have bewitched.                                            I think of this,And all                                           my universe becomes per                                            fection.But were you in                                             my arms, dear love,The ha                                           ppiness would take my                                               breath away
,No thought could match that ecstasy,No song encompass it, no other worlds.If I should think of love,I'd think of you.