Bronzed beauty
My brown-eyed queen
Lounging at the banks of the river
Looking like the very quintessence of life
Brimming with joy in my heart
I arrive
A prayer on my lips and a wish in my heart
Most blessed amongst men I am
Highly favored of God I become
This must be heaven’s plan
Your solitude becomes my potency
To subsist in your presence
Bereft of speech
I stare in awe of your magnificence