Now if I could I would caress your face
With fingers light upon your silken skin.
Then hope we could engage in one embrace,
To free the frightened angel known as sin.

A beauty far beyond my boldest thought,
Above all common understanding - rare.
A model of perfection men have sought,
With alabaster marbled skin so fair.

Oh nameless, universal, wondrous thing;
A lady who will leave the beast to weep,
And tempt the throat of every bird to sing
How liberated beauty runs so deep.

O lady fair whose braided hair hangs long,
You are my living miracle in song.