So should we say is bliss,
The cooing of a kiss,
Love's luscious rose of lust?
But anguish and lament,
The languish of the scent,
In blizzards' billowing gusts?

For as the sifting sands,
The flustering flurries fan,
A sculpture in the chasm,
Alas we vie in vain,
To tightly grasp the grains,
And fondle the phantasm

So should it be we say,
What wander is it lay,
In spirits swept from space?
Or should we say it be,
The voluptuous Valkyrie,
Celestial charm of grace?

And so a vista view,
A wink with heaven's hue,
Flashed favor for my eyes
A glorious glimmer of,
A river born of love,
A treasure for the skies....