SIAM

I made search for you all my life, and when I found you

There came a trouble on me,

So that it seemed my blood escaped

And my life ran back from me

And my heart slipped into you.

It seems, also, that you are the moon

And that I am at the top of a tree.

If I had wings I would spread them as far as you,

Dear bud, that will not open

Though the kisses of the holy bird knock at your petal door.

Song of Siam.