Beneath a sea which keeps the names of all that whirl in grace
Far from the pages between your face and mine
Not because I came near to this place
Do I tremble at the beauty
Here I find

On the one hand the looks of lovers call to me in fragrant rains
Whispering from a melodious harp with no strings
On the other hand, I see you in everything
And I tremble at the beauty
Which you bring

Not because of lovely flowers that float gently on the winds
Falling as the sweetest sight to joyful tears
I tremble as I watch each petal descend
Filled with beauty so like you
Yet unaware

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