He who pours his red love even running blood cannot compare to this ceremony;

He who balances his energies even a calm day in the sun does not have such harmony;

He who has spirit so visibly humble even the invisible wind did not have his transparency;

He who has faith in his practices even religion could not compare to such decency;

He who is humble in his ways, a healer in his modesty, yet a hero in his presence;

He who is so loving in his ways, there was a sacred love-making in every sentence;

He who is so pure in his spirit- I was reminded of Sacred water;

He who is so calm in his practices even lighter his spirit than a feather;

He who I dream of, the pouring love, the healing love, an eternal soulmate;

They say there is no chance for fate if you do not have faith that the dream will not fade;

And when fires burn their flames in cold winter nights, I dream of you;

He who I have not met yet in my world, I look forwards to love you;