In her full glory,
Lies she ever joyed.
If not I butchered her,
For my petty pleasures.
Still she jumps like a phoenix,
A cosmos self surviving, and she can fix.
The clock ticks, ignorance veils.
She forgives, and takes me back,
To merge and purge;
So I romance, for I find nothing else!
With a million form she is,
Formless is, behind the scene,
Romance never ends,
That's how I have been.