There is something so beautiful about your song,

The sound your living makes,

The deep gurgling rhythms of your breath in concert with your footsteps.

I am in love with singing it,

Like a child in a pile of leaves

That tosses them up

And shouts, "Happy New Year!"

And they flutter back down to me.

And you are more beautiful than even your song.

You're a fire of living flames

That dances over the burning wood

And rises like fragrant smoke above the coals.

And it is not what I see of you,

And it is not what I hear,

But by touching, I see and feel and know

How beautiful you are.

-jenn