I may not be conversant,
With the hieroglyphics on an ancient frieze.
But I know what to say to you,
If you’d listen a moment please.
You are the light that feeds my world.
You are the rain that feeds its growth.
You are the breeze that keeps it fresh.
You are the reason I promise this oath.
I will talk as long as you’ll listen.
I will smile as long as you smile too.
I will love.
I will always love you.
These words and their language.
Time will never forget.
So understand them my Beauty.
Conversant or not, in stone they’re now set.