The world beholds a mutual eye
To know of beauty seen at your appearance.
Amidst the foggy smell of night to dewy morning
The many eyes that glazed in sleep, of you they dream.

And through that fuzzy morning light, until the saddened dusk
When all is seen and nothing by the shadows veiled
The children of men at every hour hold your visage in mind
In collective consciousness declaring you perfection of creation.
Man is but a fool but what does nature know?

The red of coals to ashes do resign to learn
your heart needs no fanning
And because you fashion no umbrella, the rain
makes haste to taste your skin
From clouds that surely cried for joy because you walk on earth
It is well known by angered roses you envy not their scent 
While the twinkle in your eyes enchant the stars and fall in love with you.
Your soft, warm breasts, the glow of moonlight can hold no candle to
And humble sparrows hush their songs, and concede your voice more sweet.
But oh! The crippling offense to man and nature most absurd!

To think that mine would be the eyes in waking, yours behold
And desiring that your love in passion would fetter you to me.