Through filtered bands of strength and opinion
Comes a precious thing.
It is my girl’s everlasting love;
Her growing, loving, sharing thing.
That which makes her, my love, my queen,
And I, a mighty king.
The way that girl’s love is shown to me,
Through bands of light and colour to restrain…
The plain view, objective only from the sight of me,
But trusting always, yes, always,
That which I perceive,
Is my girl’s love indeed.