How beautiful

How beautiful are you, my love.
Your spirit is that of a dove, its soft downy feathers enfolding a
trembling body that wants to soar to the sky.
How beautiful are you, my love.
Your whisper is the sound of waves in a sea
As they break against the sand.
You are a comet in the sky, circling the sun, lighting up the night
with its vapor.
You are the stars.
You are the stars.
Your beauty is that of a nightingale trill, that of a meadow in bloom,
that of a bird in heaven.
How beautiful are you, my love.
Nothing in the universe is as beautiful.
If I were to hold you, would your beauty enlighten me?
If I were to kiss you, would your softness pour into me and soothe my
heart?
Tenderness of a daffodil
Elegance of a tulip
Passion of forget-me-nots looking into my eyes.
The spider web trembling in the wind between pine trees
The spring breeze
The raindrops that fall on the head.
The meadow alit in a golden mist
The cirrus clouds glowing with sunlight
The icy sides of a mountain reflecting the sun.
How beautiful are you, my love.
The whole universe shines through you as a prism, refined toward
infinite soothing delicacy,
And simply by looking at you I am taken into the heart of love.