On her garden bench she smiles.
In her eyes, no cunning wiles,
only shyness.
Humble, sweet
innocence I will entreat.
Quickly to one knee I go,
hearts beat fast, but time goes slow.
Everyone she knows above,
witness this display of love.
See the ring here,
diamond bright.
Yes, I love you!
Yes, it’s right!
Say you love me too, my dear.
Don’t let my heart dangle here.
Lovingly she takes my hand,
tenderly slips on the band.
Fading now, the vision’s gone.
It’s her grave I’m standing on.
Springtime’s redolent perfumes
always linger
where she blooms.
Beyond Panic 