Exuding awesomeness in much the way
that flowers emanate a pleasant scent,
her personality feels like a ray,
a brilliant beaming from the firmament
that lights the lives of others every day
on Earth where it appears she has been sent,
like color to a world that has gone gray,
or joy that makes life’s beauty evident.
Though some may think that I exaggerate,
that bias bends me toward hyperbole,
for nobody could ever be that great,
and love, or something else, has blinded me,
I know I’ve understated what is true:
she’s a light of the world, and my day too.
Franz Marc, Birds, 1914
Mario A. Pita