She wears her beauty like a gown,
Her heart is strong and free,
Her honour shines forth as her crown,
Her balm's humility.

I kiss her feet in reverence,
Her eyes twinkle with mirth,
Her cup flows with compassion,
In power she walks the earth.

Her words are grace forever
And all her ways are just.
In perfect love I call to her,
I wait in perfect trust.

And though my hand's still tied,
My heart unfree it seems,
Yet still my lover comes to me
As in a skyclad dream.