So much of a daughter Resounds as the oceans within your smile. How are we able, to stay so stable In arms, as we quake like the Earth? My only excuse for life Is to make you my wife. I have stopped so short on the path for a man's ambition, I have made an instant transition Into arms as round as the moon, As full as those oceans, to drown out the gloom. How will I ever part ways Without speaking to the birds, to the shadows To know of your presence? Some other meaning Has no meaning In me, for all there would be is grief. Life has no existence, If once dwelling in the non-existence, of love For I have taken to the Heavens To have something that has been given, to the thousands Who lost, did not appreciate Something had, something to make them sad Were they to lose it, at the curtain falling Over eyes, as blue as the skies. What meaning is there to life, else in the discovery Of a thousand of the same smile Like a thousand of the same horizons Beaming of the same sunlight, of the same rising sun?