Your beauty glows like nacre bright,
It shimmers soft in silver light.
The gaze you cast ensorcells me,
A spell I crave yet long to flee.
I fell for all your kalon grace,
The winsome charm upon your face.
A nubivagant lost and free,
Yet drifting back to thoughts of thee.
I balter, restless, torn apart,
A fleeting dance, a foolish heart.
Yet still, I wait—no path, no clue,
Just spinning stars and dreams of you.