I have watched you, darling,
From the beginning of this world until now,
I have watched you in every tragic thing.
I have found you in the paintings of great artists who suffered due to women like you,
in every harsh word a poet ever wrote, in every rime and sound.
My dear, I have found you long ago, in the redness of a sunrise, which pictured your lips flawlessly,
and in the purple of a sunset, which reminded me of your veins, of your pulse.
I have found you in the tears of a hurt woman, and every smile that came along after,
your versatility is inspiring me,
I have found you in playfulness, purity juggling through your cheeks, letting others wonder how you manage to glisten after you have traveled the whole world without even knowing it.
You have traveled my darling, through every artist’s mind, every lyric and every poetry, through wars and peace, you are a muse.
The angels are frightened and God itself is praying.