Your Beauty is from somewhere else,
In any dress or robe,
What some may say otherworldly,
If I have yet to meet you,
On this earth, I long to meet you,
In heaven,
Where the irises, sunflowers, and roses,
Of your Beautys exquisite garden,
First bloomed,
And we can love one another forever,
If we have to come back to earth,
We'll be like the mallards,
cool as their lakes,
And the irises by its starry waters,
Swayi
