Reading Beauty Poem by Ryun Phuntsho

Could i be
the Galloway of heaven.
for thee; the fallen angel,
the lone speck over the integrating tides.
it be the tides of the mighty waves,
for i am the Galloway; to gallop over it.
saddled on; the fairy-more angel.

i ve searched the milky way,
stary galaxy, flawless the golden rays,
scented ripness of the orchid tree,
i shall not see
the seasoned thine beauty
for it be and is the
grandeur of my vigilance

serene i see, the virgin snow
showers of petals, may wrecked
the compared placid meadows
knotted seta, and the crystaline eyes,
water; alter not thine cherry lips.
for i may be me,
and what i see is
how i read beauty.