She moves like an angel
and seven evening stars dance
through the window of her universal houses.
Her voice a crystal echo
lies humming in your soul
so patient awaiting for your ears to behold.
Her breath a warm fire in every lover's heart,
a mistress to magicians
and a dancer to the gods.
Her clothes are made of rainbows
and twenty thousand tears
shine through the spaces of her golden ochre hair.
Oh, my babe, I want you
and on my life I swear my conscience
will I follow you forever if you see me everywhere ~Cat Stevens