Now is the darkness of our star lit night made twinkling dawn by this shimmering form

Oh to be the dawn upon the body of your land.

For what is a woman without a gentle man to touch her inner glow and
stoke the embers of her hearth into the raging fire. Confirming that she
is all she knows in the flame of the sun of the woman of the day she is.

Pray tell gentle caressing light does a man exist who can believe in you
as much as this poet does as wife.