I stand to recognize that gift –
Firmly to meet the course destined,
And appropriately doing virtuous deed.
To hit the star!
The glowing sun with deific look,
Appeared pleasing and good
A donjon I yearn for !
With sacred heart calling on to thy conceiver
I yearn for the tower -
With great desire,
Under tender heart of positive thoughts.
To reach new possibilities,
For that Gift, that Glory-
For that gift of life,
My ardor arose like a fanciful rose
With my shoulders high without wing,
To the voluminous height of contingency
With that gift-
The soul grow in grace
Brings forth joy to life
Yet, for that gift-
Acknowledge the Supreme being _God
To bestow the parcel of gift,
Not to impart grief and gulp.
Running towards him soliciting for gift
Which brings peace hereon,
That parcel of gift,
Which I apprehend as a destined gift without grief.