In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting You, As Long As Water Moves.

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

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.