Sakura sings to me with her eyes

such grace, a mighty adversary

to conquer, to express, to prize

Tis a strange and foreign love

seamless arms and seamless thighs

spear-like legs, strong as righteous vow

wonderous awe their beauty gives rise

Nobly fair, each movement a royal decree

a visible melody portrayed, defies

God's gracious gift, the gentle pearl

each whirl, each twirl, implies

Soft and seagull white, following

a pledge of laurel in Marseilles

Lioness and lamb, each virtue proven

by gilded dance she seeks to baptise

asks she "Am I good enough for God?"

the answer there within the azure skies

Surely a stallion's grace is enough

artful sinew and delicate flank suffice

Each day, a ballet, her life a ball

the Reaper's Madrigal, her sacrifice