He Who Finds pt.i

He who finds a wife 
finds a good thing, 
a great thing, 
a treasure thing 
and brings things 
full circle. 360 degrees 
of full favor. Indeed, 

Coneja, 
I savor each morsel of touch time, 
each second of heart speech.
Words flavored like starlight. 
Incomprehensible in distance.
They have traveled from the overflow
of the innermost person we are
 
and are becoming. To love
is, after all, to live.
To live is, above all, to know
God (and we do),
His through and through favor
(Oh, I do!). I am ready
for an unnameable flavor
only I (in God) truly taste.

Coneja, 
my unmistakable tour of tastes.
I will name every one
God will bring me and
(together) I will call them: 
Woman. The out of man–
two halves paired, 
a (flavor) whole.