Where is my mahogany tree against whose trunk I rest my weary back after the day’s toil 

Where is my dark evergreen forest beneath whose overhang I sit and dawdle 

Where is my moss carpet to cradle and soothe my tired feet 

Where is my stream to slake my thirst and cool my brow 

Where are my birds to coo and caw to my ears delight 

Where are my butterflies to tell tales of beauty 

Where are my spiders to spin webs of fantasy 

Where is my gem, my heart, my forever 

¿dónde está mi corazón 

Where is my lover?