My Stella -94

- My Stella -94 Thou art the bijou of my being - - Thou called me a diamond, a precious gem, Thou called me so with caress. It is true yet it is false, The sun rises and the bud blooms, The birds Twitter and the fogs disappear. The rose smiles with the sun and fragrance spreads, The moon befalls on ocean on full moon night, The ocean nourishes the moon, Both transcends the both. The sun will not rise in the morning, If the rose stops opening, and the birds stop singing. The moon will not shine if the ocean embraces it not. I am not a diamond if thou art not for me. I am not a warrior in this life if princess Of my heart is not for me. I am far away from thee yet I am the light of thy eyes, Light is nothing if the eyes art blind, Thou art my evolution and in thy being My initiation. Thou art my beauty, the bijou of my being. The rose on my bosom and with thy blooming The rejoice of my being in life. Thy pulsation is the moving of my earth and I am born moment by moment in thy self. We art in this ambit of space hand in hand from the time the divine opens His eyes.