Thou happened to me as happenth an enlightenment
To a lonely thinker who seekth a truth in clouds,
As the wildest storm unwanted, unforsighted,
And benignly coped all my bleeding flaws.
Yeah, surely thou a creature of the Artist,
Of the Greate Creator who holdth the Skies above,
Strewed my plod with leafs of the Eden's flowers,
And blessed me with your pure and subtle sense of love.