When her beauty upon the sky doth rest
And her grace cloaks the morning light,
My mind is at peace with what I confessed
In her ears, while staring at the night.
Inside my heart where fervours reside,
lie the yearnings my eyes were denied.
O Heavens! Shed thy blessings through rain
as words to the fervour doubts to dispel
the fledgling thoughts that might sustain
affecting ways our bodies would dwell,
for they don\'t know how love conquers all
Neither whims nor force causes its fall.
Though her beauty may wane with time
my love will transcend this mortal veil;
for in darkness, her soul would shine
a star where burdened hopes prevail.
No blemish can tarnish what I see
for love is viewed only through purity.