If the universe were still before thee,
Ready to gaze at thine emerald eyes,
Then the quiet sun and stars dim would be;
For what could compare to thy cosmic dyes?
The jewel of the mind glistens in the dreams
That paint the world as if thee were the moon;
That casts the shadow as if it beseems
To free thee from thy silvery cocoon.
And if I could bestow unto the sky,
I would gift the Milky Way with the sound
That supersedes thy harmonizing sigh,
That fills the world with messages profound.
And if the heavens were still before thee,
Then all the world would behold thy beauty.
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