There is nothing celestial
But for her.
She is the sun in springtime.
She is the autumn moon.
She is the stars that guide
My lost and weary soul
Across the storm whipped waters,
Across the vast sea miles,
To the warm embrace of land.
She is everything to me.
You will never find the truth
But for her.
She is the answer to each lost question.
She is the light that lights the way.
She is the voice that can be heard
Behind every hidden door,
Urging me to find the key,
Urging me to step across
The threshold into knowledge.
She is everything to me.
Search not for serendipity
But for her.
She is the magic of destiny found.
She is the gift of karma paid.
She is the face that is woven,
By the spiders on the web of fate,
Shining bright with golden joy,
Shining bright with silver love,
To bring me to my kismet.
She is everything to me.