If I am allowed of heartfelt honesty, I cherish neither my profession nor education, they are dust and ash in my truthful eyes; If I am allowed of blatant sincerity, I am of deprived both ambition and direction, they mean nothing to a woman who dwells in infinity of time. If I am to be bonded by life, A warm bath with scintillating petals does the magic, velvet-scarlet and lilac-lavender will be my favorite, a pinch of Himalaya sea salt mixed in fresh-born herbs, each day must be wrestled for beauty among, each breath would be caressed while tenderness sang, And joy and bliss, from every glance, all the ingredients of organic Warmth. In this permanent world of impermanence, when clouds shift their shape in cool breeze, when rivers' mouths widening at sea's edge, around the center of heavenly affection, serene and content in its aromatic solitude, what else can I say to you tonight? Glad, and troubled, at times, Greenland, and cliffs, promised, I walk between pain and delight, A melody in harmony and plight; Happy are we if, without hate and delay, We each hold a dear friend to our hearts, with every single willpower of its host, in my mind you're the limelight tonight. And the noblest meaning of this saccharine wine, harvested from the brightest ray of all sunshine, To Finity, you are of a vigorous passerby, To Eternity, you are the dearest of mine.