Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry,
About a woman whose company I long for
Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry,
About a woman I noticed long before.
She’s as wise as he is smart,
With a mind sharp not plain,
Indeed, I would be lying from the start
if I said her beauty put not Aphrodite to shame.
Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry
about a woman about who much I can say,
Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry
about a woman I want not at bay.