You who are loved by more than man,
What forces ruled when your life began?
Will we ever find you whole, in body, in mind, in soul?
We've always wondered at your looks,
Expressed in love, arts, and books.

Troubled by your complex nature,
We send the thinker, we send the searcher.
We explore, we wonder, we find, we solve;
But the mystery around you evolve.

You are vicious, yet more good than we.
Wondering what would be,
Had you not created us,
The life, the structure, and thus...

Before your time, before you knew,
The creation, if not you, then who?
What's the purpose? What's to show?
Our lives, to whom we owe?

We are foolish, you are young;
No one knows from where you sprung.
A bow for your beauty, your song, your touch -
Revealing your secret is too much.