She
seems to me like neither the moon nor the stars
And
not any precious gems of any kind on earth
Her
voice never not matches with the nightingale
And her breathing rhymes not like any ocean sound
And her breathing rhymes not like any ocean sound
The
longest, deepest, highest of rivers, oceans and mountains
Know
not the longest, deepest and highest love that she possesses
And
I perplexed about how to celebrate her divine wisdom
Of
eternal love, affection that she offers with the sweet
Smile
through her adjoining lips of cosmic survival
