1. A lily sways gently
To bring me comfort

2. What a fine messenger he'd be
If he weren't so coy and aloof

3. As if he were wrought from the purest
Silver, molded by clever hands

4. Or a delicate ant, not resting
A moment between fingertips

5. And between us, a guardian
Who never sleeps a wink

6. He rose above it, surpassing
Its beauty and adornment

7. As eyebrows excel
The hair above the eyes

8. He rules my fate
Between calamities and me