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!