I'll paint your sweet portrait with tightly shut eyes With pleasure whenever you ask. Though hands ever shaking and colder than ice Do find it a difficult task. I'll cherish the portrait and hang it above My empty not warm enough bed To guard all the secrets of mystery love And clear the mess in my head. The mirror that's placed on the opposite wall Will certainly add to its charm, My room and your portrait will turn to one whole - This place will incur no more harm.
