Upon a night unlit by moon or star,

I gazed upon the visage of a lass.

And though the night was cold and she was far,

I still could see her image through the glass.

I set aside the mirror and I thought

Of everything surrounding her, I’d seen.

It settled in my brain and then I sought

To use the information I had gleaned.

And so I set to trek across the world

I knew just where to look from all the clues.

I crossed entire oceans for the girl.

And ran her to the ground in Kathmandu.

I told the girl my story, then I wept.

I handed her my heart and then I slept.