Beauty mine eyes had seen or did they have a relevance
to compare to?
I thought innocence and peace and flowery *******
  were comparative.
Then I met,
    you and your fiery eyes and hair so red,
riding upon a dream.
     To me, an epiphany appeared, that without compare, I
had been mislead throughout my days,
    by myself. And gathered all my senses
up on my hill
      to recall if ever I had seen
a coming or daybreak or destiny as beautiful.
    With numbers , I stammered adding one and one...
came up repeatedly
        with you.