Beyond what I can even hope to reach:
More than what I can cope to hee,
In this desolate place, one came thee,
More than I ever asked to be.

Beyond something of my imperfect hands,
Leaving me in awe, in the far distant lands:
She shine's so bright a radiant star
Leaving me speechless, near and far

Everything, a perfect art, pure and kind
A materpiece that's hard to find:
But like a fleeting dream, feeling overwhelmed
Repeating thoughts, not compelled, but mind quelled