Larihoe

The day I fell in love
I´ll never forget;
That day of sunny March
Your warm eyes I met.

Blooming fields of saffrons
And saffron-coloured sky;
That day I fell in love
And still don´t know why.

´twas neither of your hair;
shining strings of gold,
which even in Heavens
a man cannot behold;

Nor was it of your lips,
source of my despair,
for which eternal pledge
one would gladly declare;

But it was of the mystery
That dwells in your eyes;
For, revealing its secret
Would be the highest prize.