I cannot begin to describe what it is that I see 

When I look on her face and see her eyes divine

Which are ignited with the fires of life and light out streams

As the sun at noonday igniting my soul with the vigor 

And the virtue of life so terrible so awesome so heavenly

And her smile as the spark of life and her hair

As the drapery of a goddess in full silken black

And her form as the goddess of the earth, the mother of all

In whose bosom I find my soul’s rest and between whose lips

I find the sweet savory touch of heaven tender

Kind and gentle to my fearful flesh

It is so divine that I I can scarcely keep the lump in my throat

From bursting forth in my eyes a stream of tears at such beauty

Beheld by my unworthy eyes and to which I am beholden 

For ne’er will I have the recourse to repay her for this daily

Resurrection of my soul moment by moment calling 

Forth from the dreary deathscape of my inner man new life

These eyes are the eyes of God incarnate watching over my dreadful

Soul with tender lovingkindness for which I am an unworthy wretch

And by which I am eternally bound to her as much as she is

To me in the bond of love and eternal union before god almighty 

Or whatever gods are above I know this though she is unto me

The face of god the eyes of god the grace of god the love of god