Here is an anecdote, a story
A song I wrote, of pure glory
A narration of the duration
Where my vocations relation
To this world of temptation
Found salvation though the eyes
Of the personification
Of beauty's rendition
Its one creation
In female form
So tender and warm
That it would illuminate
An affectionate glow
A radiant flow
Of energy and love
A synergy to speak of
Between me and her
Eloquently told
By Mr. Shakespeare
If you saw her in person
You’d never forget
If you have never
You’ll live in regret
You’ll love in remorse
For missing the sight
A real gift horse
A source of the light
So turn on tune in drop out if you will
Be gone, be about, but just be still
Hold yourself don't lose your place
Be quiet and you'll feel her face