Sparks astir within my gut,
As treads upon the floor,
Ferrying me on sweet seismic seas,
Right to passion's shores,

Suffice to inspire exaltations,
As if a rosary prayer,
All blessings to that Lover,
Lover at my stair,

They make my stomach do ballet,
As if descend from dream,
Painted with enchanting pallet,
Vivid and supreme.