There are chasm to your gaze.
And the sound of your voice
Ethereal music of dream portrays
There is serenity on your brow
There is a darkness in your hair
A flurry of floral spirit all around
Where’re you walk, floating in the air
There is a treasure of eternal wisdom
In the dimple of your cheek
A fount of health flowing from your mind
Which to all hearts doth speak
Within you is a world of spring
That soulful, chaotic season
Which I cannot possibly forget
But dote upon, without need to reason
Emil Aarestrup