Beauty

There is a feeling in my heart,

Racing like a horse-drawn cart,

Garnished with the pleasing "meow" of a cat,

The feeling of love found,

The tickles of the love I always dreamt of.

I feel the waves of it in my nerves,

Within me I know am enchanted,

But my love is a human, not soccer,

And she knows no spell of any kind,

My eyes closed to the imaginations in my heart,

She appeared like the sun glowing in fine raiment of ancient Babylon,

My beloved a beauty", I muttered within my heart smiling,

Come my beloved,

The gates of our Paradise is calling to us,

Let's dwell here till the end of ages.