O, my loveliest one,
 amidst a bankruptcy of souls, 
 I see you as an invitation—
  
 your torso is a delight and a metaphor, 
 your feet are a message for future alms.
  
 In the treachery of ideologues, 
 I see you as a vital sign,
 a watermark of goodness.
  
 In an erratic world, 
 I see you as the blue and the green, 
 the sea and the sky.
  
 I am but a tongue to sing your praises.