It starts with curves,
half moon curves,
demure reposing curves.
The wind blows; it tickles,
butterfly kisses, the blinking of a doe.
Spring willow rippling dews in her eyes,
the river of life.

A glimpse of her sight
sets a myriad sparkles of sapphire night
for I know she is both day and night
gaze and daze at her never-ending horizon I strive
for the unfathomable depths of her light
there, lies the secret place,
the primordial mystery of a heart's delight,
the gift of life.