Skeptic was I to cryptic love
To whom true love had been denied
I read the poems and sang in time
Yet ignorant was I to their ancient rhyme
For azul gems and castles high
Are but drab reflections of what I now possess
Titles grand, power, and glory, all fail to match
This newfound story
Paradise is not a dream, nor illusory
Lies basked in false esteem
It exists for real within her arms
In those eyes and female charms
Lost is now the cynic chant, the woe
Repeating ceaseless rant
Replaced with fire, heaven’s gift
In form of her radiant embodiment
Transcending my greed, my thousand pains,
My endless striving and hostile games
Gone now all as I return with haste
To the exquisite sacrament
of her arms and waist
A temple grand, beyond all measure
For in her eyes resides my treasure
Paradise lost has now been gained
Blatant miracle absolves all blame
With lucid waters it has restored my faith
And charged my soul defying fate
Replenished gardens draped in dust
Stripping away the hate and rust
Revived the light of inner youth
A Gift from God, a divine sent truth
Love is real, now I comprehend, and
Praise the stars for these dividends
And in a gracious, ecstatic, dream-like state
Now I can cease to curse my fate