Down comes the Dragon Goddess descending from Heaven
Trailing so delicately, the Tokyo Rose supported by winged creatures numbering seven
A thing of beauty, of grace, of strange and unknown attraction
But I regret not the internal well of passion that forms from love's imminent action

So, I await the moment that her feet touch that ground
When it finally happens my heart beats with so sure a sound
I don't even notice the fact that she stands before me bare
It's rather her eyes, the window of her soul, that force me to stare

My hand is held out in gentle beckoning of her to come with me
Ecstasy-like excitement begs me to contemplate our bond's inevitability
She smiles with such an expression, so perfect is her complexion
That it is so easy to accept thoughts of the future, thoughts of unknown direction

Pleasing is the day in which I know we are inseparable
Pleasing to know that that's today, a moment's realization rather incomparable