Gris tenue

Mellowing grey, in misty morning's day
My thoughts turn to you, kingfisher blue
Loveliness born, in velvet shades of dawn
Joy from your eyes, soft summer skies
All things within the world supreme
I compare with the love that is my dream
Mellowing grey, the veil of evening's day
The dream that is you is midnight blue
Your lips that evade a crimson charade
I wait for the dawn from whence you're born
All things within the world supreme
I compare with the love that is my dream