I’ve sought winds of poesy,
And I’m on wings to pen thee ---
Thou --- my Darling --- the Rose of roses.
Thou art seated centre of Glory
That hath sent thee unto us
On our arms long waited.
Thou livest in our tears of joy,
Ineffable and amazing unto eternity,
Thou art the most beautiful dawn
Decked with pearls of glory.
I celebrate thee on the Day of Thy advent
And my poesy doth make thee beautiful.
I believe my wings of poesy soar and soar
Until the sky sets its limit.
I’ll make thee live ever in my poem.
Believe in my wings of poesy.