Do You....

Do You....

Do you think of silence as arrogance?

Could it not be that I am lowly?

Do You not see, O royal one?

 I think myself not worthy of you.

Has a damsel, rich in all, ever touched a pauper?

Does the river ever flow upward?

You, my beloved, should be adored,

For your beauty that is inside,

Makes your face glow.

It puts the goddesses to shame.
Do you know that I fear,
Of being abnegated of your love.
Do you know that you are impeccable,
And an outcast am I?
Do you know that you are free to fly,
And chained am I by my monsters.
Do you not know my sweet love,
There is no match of angels and demons.
Yet if you see it befitting,
Let me be by your side.
Till I breathe my last,
I shall obey your wishes,
And never let a frown scar your beauty.
I shall adore your beauty,
I shall be in awe of the thoughts in your mind,
And how the Universe sways to them.