Are you the myth or honesty,
Or soulful superiority within me.
My beloved in my lightning,
You are that glowy white thing.
That bizarre that driving me crazy, still trembling.
You are divinity I reckon every morning.
Unheard truth uttered awkwardly,
You inhale and exhale my honey, bee.
Which all my vigour I kept within my soul,
Day and day I prefer you more.
Over my likings and the shore.
Over the whining and flicker, I wore.
I concern those things will get you apart,
Constant,you and I prevail as a part.
In the world full of the lineage of qualms,
You and I are jointly the benevolence, an art.