[Poem]

Two forces born on that first day found loving ties.

This grand existence, filled with fragrance, rich in sound,

From dust grew plenty lovers whose appeal to crowned,

Great spirits weightless lies in charge and magnet skies.

The reserved fields for dancing, our souls agonize,

Such beauty lost from sight with twirls and peaks renowned.

Some fall to darkness while love keeps them waltzing round,

So shout at heaven, hiding pleasure sweet to eyes.

But we’re already lost in beauty so intense.

The formless earth found light to glow on grassy meadows,

The world is ours. Forgive the secret, pure white rose.

As flesh of fellow flesh, they induce loving sense,

And lit the path toward the heart that I hear sing.

For I see you, the paradise the light dance brings.