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