"Across the valley she lived, not far away,

Often he'd see her, but to his dismay,

Whenever he passed her out on a walk,

His face went red and he couldn't talk.

His legs would carry him, there and then,

Back to his side of the valley again.

He'd leave her behind and his heart would sink,

As he wondered sadly: What must she think?

 

This has to change, decided the man,

So he thought for weeks and came up with a plan."

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- From A Tale of a Gift, English Version.