Snow capped peaks and solitude free
Vales of flowers speak and gusty winds sweep
Only the love of you and me and the voice of thee
Crying tears of rain is thee and wet in joy is me
Oceans fury subdued in thee and depthless emotions in thee
Yet far away is that goal in thee, yet still I can with thee
In the depthness of me, where my thee is along with me
Waiting in the arms of thee and eternal sleep along with flee
True it is, true it is to me, when I am lost in thee
That beautiful view it is to me and I am with thee.
- Dr. Hira