It’s From الله

Say Bonjour to my zit

When Venus sprinkled kisses upon the fertile Earth

With Godsent madness earnestly announcing

“Let me kiss her with the lips of her own mouth!”

My being was in love with her then

When the soft moon’s splendour

Was draped over the faint aurora of Heaven

Her voice most tender

—Was sown

To strings without soul God gave breath

—His own. 

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration...the words which express what they understand not, the trumpets which sing to battle and feel not what they inspire: the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the World.  

- Shelley, Defence of Poetry

It’s from الله