He is on a plane
But not to her plain,
Yet his heart wants to be there
To hold her tight and love her dear.
Above the cloud the sky is clear
Like his love for her it is high and sure,
Thus this bird could truly enjoy flying high
And freely in the air making her sing and sigh.
Now this plane he flies
To her plain now with full of cut roses,
Where they are planted and take root when
Next spring comes and do flower for her in June.
Full of roses are on her bed
Then his kisses to open her sweet bud,
So to infuse a jet of passion into her furnace
Melting her heart like a chocolate in her mouth.
