Your presence,
Is like thousands of rivers.
In the valley,
Of the endless flower.
Your hair,
Is like a towel.
Which washes clean,
The stars of heaven.
Your heart,
Is like a warm fire.
Which enlightens,
The silence of the night.
I miss you my love,
And your lovely, tender hands.
You are graceful,
And truly magnificent.
Your kindness,
Shall deafen the sound of evil.
And your love,
Shall surround the gate of the sun.
Let me in,
Oh God.
To her palace,
The palace of her lovely heart.