Once becomes translucent ...

             
               How could I give more to you, than God's gift?

               Can the Sun radiate more, than his light,

               or the Moon can escape the dark and sift

               her magic rays beyond the mystic night?

               How could I tell you anything, nicer

               and greater... words of affection's blessing

               fall from my soul, they stir, just like a whirl,

               celebrate gladly our prophesied meeting.

               How could I show the truth... it's unseen, bared;

               one day at Home we'll meet again, and laugh

               together at the man, who once was scared

               to see unconditional love's paraph.

                        From birth to death, life after life, ancient

                        illusions' veil once becomes translucent.