She sits worried for her heart has thrown into the sea.

How can she imagine anything else,

But being with the perfect man,

hoping for true dreams.

Matched wardrobe, hands silken in the stars,

Lips flowing freely in heavenly divinity.

Let her cheeks be praised for god-given beauty,

Remember hair of golden-dressed silken streams.

I reach into her mind,

Lest time tell me everything of her dreams.

Forever, never let her soul be free of happiness,

Chains of beauty,

Enduring freedom in her heart.

Look to the heavens,

For you shall see her face.

Stars sparkle her eyes aura bright,

Let my mind hold your hand through eternal life’s journey.