By God, When You See Your Beauty

From The Moment You Entered This World Of Existence, A Ladder Was Put In Front Of You So You Could Escape.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure. O Tongue, You Are Also An Endless Disease.

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.