“Don’t we all dream wishes beautiful,
of starry skies pouring icy rain blissful?
Don’t we all wish dreams wonderful,
of warmth with one despite facts doleful?

After trial of time does one learn and see,
that beauty of two or more, need not just be:
defined by their relevance or relation between,
but the will to see them beyond their sheen,
and how they could be viewed together without amass
of bias, prejudice or difference in class,
but with love as God’s, pure and transparent as glass.

When seen apart, the water and die,
so completely irrelevant in any possible eye,
When seen together, put in skip of the other,
makes it look as beautiful as neither,
or only just more beautiful than either.”