Upon a white pony, her presence did appear, An Energy of light, her love we drew so near: A princess with out limit, no hurdles did she see, Every morrow did she rise, to full our hearts with glee. A gentle strength of wind, she sweep away our fear, With a wave of her hand our pain did disappear: This promise from an angle, a promise made by she, To adorn her sleeve a heart, plain for all to see Though inside lay a warrior, this one you may not know, One determined and unshaken, one who could battle any foe: All acumen of men, thus one could not deceive, The samurai among us, with the power to believe, None dared harm this damsel, a place one could not go, No sword could she not rise, no seed could she not sow; O‚ sprit of this princess, the spirit to achieve The spirits of our sister, o spirit do not leave No prose does exist that could take away this pain, For one we held so near, our love shall never wane, But all must one day pass, and each day should flee Each angel one day flys and now so must she. She was our sunshine, our sweet November rain, Our love is eternal, and our love we can not feign, So what dreams may come, where ever she may be Upon a white pony she will be riding there with me