There is one love lovelier than you.
She kisses me with a face
So beautiful, all ugliness is gone without a trace.
She is beautiful and because she is beautiful, true.
Beauty is good—not for what it is, but for what it can erase.
She kisses me with a beautiful face
Born in darkness, from shadows born,
From atmospheres, from no ordinary mother torn,
Born from mist, by the ether kissed,
Mist drifting from the misty river this morning, early,
A morning that is still night, and still forlorn,
Especially sad, but sadness without worry,
Hanging by the river bank, never in a hurry,
From untroubled shadows lingering, she was born,
And she kisses me, who am forlorn, with kisses true.
There is one love lovelier than you.
