I do not see you as if you were a bronzed Adonis or onyx
or the shards of granite the sun ignites
I see you as certain cherished things are to be seen
In sincerity, between dusk and darkness
I see you as the king that never tires
But holds within himself the eternal wisdom of his rule
Thanks to your integrity a lucid knowledge
Borne of need, sparks a gleam in my eye
I see you without knowing who, or what, or wherefore
I see you fiercely, without color or form
I see you because I know no other direction to look
But at you; here, there are neither facades nor concealment
So true, that deceit finds no home in you
So true, that it sets me free