Somewhere in the east
Of this nation
Lives A nice guardian off the woods-
this dream for my loneliness A feast,
In my imagination
I wonder if he's truly something good.

It's too short time
To post this heart's swooning hyme
He popped up with his warmth off understanding, in my troubled mind.
I guess he's pretty hard to truly find.
I know where I can end up- He's probably to miss-
If I chase deep emotion rooted men like this.

I wish for you, to talk with him, A wise master spirit,
Concerned about the well-being off his surrounding
In his likewise ideas and mindset, I'm drowning
He's not scared by my fun and sarcastic female wit-

He's wise and long brown haired, his eyes are warm,
His eyes melt me with their nut brown charm.
What are you up to- matter off my fantasy?
Are you there, up there in Drenthe's most sacred
tree?

I 'must.' have thee, master off the wisest tree.
Up somewhere on the otherside off the land
You're so stately, wise- are you even into me?
In our mind, I hear you, and our ways off being mend.

Somehow for real, we don't speak,
Still, to your understanding I deeply reach.
I wonder, up in Oak, Birch or Beech
Are we yet on good and loving terms, we?

In the city off Assen, Emmen, or in A small yet cozy place I'm not aware off…
I wonder, I deeply wonder- if this dream is really what you're made off.