She writeth mellifluous calligraphy When she speaketh in her mother tongue; She's ineffable, irresistible, Tis, she's mine chosen one. Her kaleidoscopic ambience pirouettes around mine being, heaven's own, the most beautiful soul; O' how I'm blessed with this queen.
Supine I layeth, looking aloft mine glimpse, a brightness flashed, in Asian sash, turtle shell's around her hips.
At that moment, I hadst an epiphany, I was finally living, to God I owed thanksgiving, for this archangel he hadst sent to me.