What is it that they see when they look upon her?
Do they not see a woman whose contemplation is beautiful?
Do they not see the calm stillness of an angel?
Do they not see a wondrous flower with delicate petals?

Starlight holds two lovers
In its vast embrace;
Souls intertwine flawlessly
And dance beautifully
In an intimate space;
From their romantic hearts,
The love they have
For each other radiates;
As he kisses her passionately,
He holds her tightly
In his loving embrace—
Her flowing hair brushing
Against his rapturous face.
In his arms, she knows
That she is loved;
In his arms, she knows
That she is safe.

I do not regret being vulnerable with you, for in my vulnerability I found something beautiful that was hidden within me. Even though we broke apart, still, I love freely. Still, I think about your gorgeous smile and your ethereal natural beauty. I told you that I would always love you, and I do; I told you that my heart belonged to you, and my words were true. I told you that I marveled at the length and texture of your hair and it beautifully grew. I felt a transcendent joy in me when I first passionately kissed you. My eyes conveyed the utterances of my heart when I first made love to you. You were my breath; I couldn’t breathe without you. The raw essence of my depths felt for you and loved you when you cried about the hurt you had endured. You had a calming voice that even the heavenly angels could never ignore. You are no longer mine and I am no longer yours, but still, I send you loving whispers, that I hope you hear when you are asleep. I pray for your happiness with whoever you may be with. In my heart — towards you, there is no ill will or bitterness. In the solitude of discovering the depths of myself, I have found my rest, though sometimes I long to lie in the warm comfort of your breasts. Long before we met, I had learned that a man must not be scared to be vulnerable or show emotion to properly love a woman; I had learned that you must capture her heart and mind first, for her bodily reactions are an extension of her emotions. There were times that I was solemn in your presence and told you things about my deep ongoing pain that has caused me melancholia for many years; it was the way that you embraced me and encouraged me, that brought me to tears. I turned my face away from you, but you pulled me back lovingly and kissed me; the words you whispered to me still linger in my memory. I count myself lucky to have deeply explored true intimacy. Few women are truly remembered, though there have been many. There is nothing like a woman’s love. There are flowers, valleys, the moon, the stars, the sun and beautiful scenery, but there is nothing more beautiful than a woman in her natural capacity. There is not more gorgeous a mystery than a woman in the stillness of quiet and subtle beauty. Love, come again and find me. Oh, heaven, send your healing light to comfort me. In my contemplation, I explore my many intricacies. Rummaging through the content of my heart and soul, still, I make unexpected discoveries.

Just her mere presence calms his troubled heart;
the tranquil tone and beautiful cadence of her voice,
is powerful therapy and potent medicine for his soul.
With her, he can let his guard down and be vulnerable;
with her, he can tell things that have never been told.
With her, he can weep in the warmth of her bosom
and find the peaceful sleep that has always eluded him.
Intimacy between them is that of two beautiful spiritual beings—
he can walk in pitch darkness, for her loving eyes see for him.
He ignores the crippling noise, because he only truly hears her voice.
She whispers beautiful words to him when he is sleeping
and passionately kisses him, before and after his awakening.
She clearly sees what other women couldn’t see in him;
In his silent contemplation, she leaves him in joyous tears
with a heart of love and in the depths of indescribable feelings.

Warm water caresses her, soothing her soul
and washing away the tears of her sorrow.
In her tearful solitude she is so beautiful;
the depths of her heart, as gorgeous as
falling white, purple, and burgundy rose petals.
There is no one to hold her, so she holds herself;
in her own embrace, she lets out all of her pain
and finds beautiful transcendence under water
that gently falls like healing rain.