Sleeping beauty awaken,

In my arms resting softly,

Your blue eyes I’m quite-taken,

Muse on your dark hair oftly.

Truly you are beautiful,

But inside a heart gilded,

A soul pure and scrutable,

Praise be the God that willed-it.

Will we have our rendezvous?

Will our love be worth keeping?

Will you wake up next-to-me?

Or simply go on sleeping.