The golden dew falls from the dark sky,
Calmly collected in a pool of your eye;
The tiny ignorant violator will sadly cry,
For yours is the soul that will fly,
He grows old and ugly and slowly dies,
while the world patiently watches and sighs.

A warm and tingling feeling flows,
Through your body from your head to toes,
The wise and insightful see and know,
Stinging sweet sweat drips at your nose,
Into a cool softly flowing stream it goes,
Your beauty is stunning, I propose,
a union?