When I think beauty, I see it already dawn on the plains and pools of her face, lightening and lighting up the furrows of the maze, beckoning as if to the final surprise;
When I think, I feel the waves descend and bend and send a charging pulse that quickens my brain with highs and lulls; we meet beyond the ocean and the sky.
Like a sieve she drains my darkest dreams, she cannot cleave, she takes it whole, my good and bad, my spotted soul; woman, she's the one who makes me fly!
Give me then an excess of such love, give me life within my death a pause within my breath, woman, your moments freeze my long eternal sigh!
