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