Myself hushed in Meadows,
Hovering hands over lilies.
Pondering to decide,
‘Is it more beautiful, thine eyes?’
Arms wide back on earth,
I drown myself in it.
Pondering to decide,
‘Is it more solace, thine embrace?’.
Caress of breeze on mine face,
So gentle as though I fade.
Pondering to decide,
‘Is it more serene, thy whisper?’.
Mind mesmerized by thy radiance,
Thy grace so divine.
Pondering to decide,
‘Is Minstrel worthy of thy warmth?