I sat mindless on a stone at the shore
And threw pebbles into the breezy quiet sea
And these thoughts overtook my mind...
If i should throw a stone with my all youthful might
And take radius from where it falls
I wouldn't find one more gracious within the circle
To find a match would take miles and years
To find worse, I should only look outside my window
A catholic of them; down at your heel
Even with the best makeups and makeovers
Take my word for it, and be not flattered an atom
You're the model woman
Your culinary skills are unsurpassed in the third planet
Your dinning table and your marital bed
Are too many a treasure for one man
Oh, that mother may know how fortunate I have grown!
I wouldn't dare your kind abuse
But every other woman only reminds me of the original
A wonder, my lady, that's what you are
The Creator's masterpiece
I could spend a lifetime be-holding you
Should these good thoughts of you linger
I would fill this sea with these pebbles!