Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.
Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.
Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.