Every whisper is heart-breaking beauty,
Each tear a waterfall of raging emotion.
No wrong can she do,
No imperfection in his eyes.
She is the angel that makes gods green,
The maiden men only see yet cannot fathom.
Her sway is the very pulse of the universe,
Her voice is god’s own song.
She births dreams in her bosom
And in her breast they are brought to life.
She is the saint and the savior.
And in his enrapturement he is trapped.
Enslaved in his incomprehension,
He basks in his fulfillment of her caprices.
(First appeared: http://goo.gl/3MLDa6)