I Love You

There you sat before me, your silken hair flowin',
All around your shining face,
Reminding me of the darkness, silent blackness,
Sitting as a backdrop to the glorious moon,
Glorious moon, glorious moon.

Something made me feel like I barely understand
What a pearl-drop of perfection gleam could exist in one's eyes.
Yet the sparkle in your glance made my heart start to dance
As the sky lit up by a shooting star, a shooting star, a shooting star.

So much was growing in me that I hardly could speak a word;
My tongue was twisted by your presence.
To cry or to laugh out, sit still or leap up off my chair,
I was too spellbound to reason, too spellbound to reason, too spellbound to reason.

By what name can I call you, what word can I say, that won't fall short lifelessly to the floor?
No sculptor could portray such an immaculate creation, perfect in every detail.
I'll call you my beloved, sweet precious Lord; That is if my voice does not fail.
I cannot comprehend the adoration I feel comin; Maharaj Ji, my heart wants to wail.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Thank you for coming today.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Maharaj Ji, what more can I say?

If gold could be melted and formed into a body, yours was the one that was chosen.
How could someone shine so bright, have skin so soft and smooth?
Are you baby, child, man or woman, baby, child, man or woman, baby, child, man or woman?

You're so far beyond me, I hate to even try to describe something I never can.
But let me simply say that I love you and adore you, want to worship the very ground
Touched by your precious lotus feet; Lotus feet, your precious lotus feet.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Thank you for coming today.
Maharaj Ji, what more can I say?

The Golden Age 18