within the depth of the night, the descent of this world
is clashing my will into pieces.
As depression,  greets me warm.
Your face and your smile, disembarks all thoughts of
disseverance.

With the grace of your being, sweetening the horror of
accomplishment.
All others have lost their point-being.
Having witnessed the wealth of your being,
All others of significance, might as well shatter.

Within my world you have concurred perfection.
For if  I bow to a goddess,
Then to you I shall Fall,
With all my minority (compared to you).

I would give-up worlds and greatness,
Just to feel your warmth
And to witness,With forever being,
Your eternal,Ornamental Beauty.