MONIKA

     A thousand ships would launch for thee to signify their love
     My fleet of golden rockets roaring to the stars above
     Perchance thy perfect loveliness might grace them in their flight
     Those thousand thirsty eyes would turn to drink you in delight

     Outshined, the sun in envy fades, the moon your helpless slave
     The luscious gardens of the earth, lay bowed before your face
     The flowers cry to reap the blessed bounty of your kiss
     Stunned in breathless wonder of your radiance of bliss

			   B.E.