How magnificent is beauty
Because she is his light
He is blinded by her delight
(Thanks to thee for being so lovely)
And what a miracle it is
That a flower flourished so soon
Where his butterflies soar her garden
Like the stars around the moon
Picking pollen from her petals
Every time she’s left to bloom
It’s like honey to a bee
He can be very happy
(All is good from you to me)