My Darling Sweet Precious Guen,


     How gentle is the morning mist upon lilacs in fields of

          the Netherlands

     And how my heart calls for you.

     My darling Guen is cherished in my heart as the river of life 

          itself.

     And who can know how my heart calls for her?

     Will the wind carry my song of longing amidst the clouds of 

          in evening ocean sky 
    
     Or will the rising sun announce to her the declaration of joy 

         within my heart

           as will a thousand trumpets announcing the entrance 

               of Ceaser.

     The willows whisper, 

          and newborn fawns sleep sound

     My darling Guen approaches
    
          The joy in my heart abounds.




                    Your loving Man Donald