Azure Space Is Aflame Up Above

Azure space is aflame up above, I've forgotten my home destination... For the first time I'm singing of love, For the first time I give up contention. I was all like a desolate grove Loving women and heavily drinking. I don"t drink any more and don't love Like I did, living fast and unthinking. All I want is to look at the vast Of your gold-brown eyes, and, - oh, bother! - How I wish that, disliking your past, You would not like to go to another! Gentle step, graceful waist that you have! Oh if only you wer' able to tumble How a bully can really love, And how he can be timid and humble! All those pubs I would never attend, And my poems would all be forgotten, If you let me take hold of your hand And your hair, the colour of autumn. I would follow you ever, my dove, Be it distant or close destination... For the first time I'm singing of love, For the first time I give up contention.