A beautiful being existed like she was witnessed in a dream,
A smile like strawberry coulis with eyes of vanilla ice-cream,
Flawless peach of peace and quiet energy released,
Sweet, succulent nectar covered me, then all else ceased.
I revere a few things when not swallowed by her in those dreams,
The sun setting over oceans while walking through sandy streams,
Deep hued flowers and millennia lived trees,
Everyday scenic beauties are all among these simple glees.
This fancy I live for, and will wish for in dying hours,
If I were a gifted linguist I may be able to explain beauty that devours,
But even then I could never reiterate her perfection,
And then again, I am not worthy to even attempt the translation.
To have good in a perfect woman you must also have evil in a flaw,
But how could the tainted conjure words to explain the beauty that I adore,
And besides, I never let myself tarnish her by knowing her,
Some flowers are better left unpicked for others to also confer.
Let the world be the only one that embraces her purity,
For it is only the Earth who could create this pure beauty,
Envision her as it did the essence of oceans below and the skies above,
I fill my lungs and submerge myself, I am deep in drowning love.
My dreams will find me dead with a smile of sheer delight,
Drowned burnt in this sea of beauty by this siren and her light,
I die for the glimpse of her with my insides full of desire,
Saturated by her beauty and consumed by her soul’s fire.
