There, in the middle of the scenery,
stands a woman touched by light.
A woman of beauty within her soul.
Her face clear, shining in moonlight, in the scenic night.
Her long curls wave as she stands before me, and my eyes may deceive me, but I swear she's a Goddess.
I'd be lying if I said she wasn't beautiful.
Her hair, scarlet, lovely.
Her touch, it's divine.
And her eyes, in them I'm captivated, shivers travel through me when she gazes at me, with eyes so big, filled with dreams, as if full of stars.
Sapphires, shining, so very charming. Her lips are soft, her body as a feather light.
"Who is she?" They asked me all, but I wouldn't say, even for a moment.
Because Thou woman, shall not be named, but worshiped.
I shall worship you, till my fateful hour.
I stand before you on my knees, I don't move, I don't get up.
I'll stay by your side, and none shall take my place.
Thou, priceless treasure, I wouldn't give up, not for anything.
I'll love you until my end, I wouldn't ever hesitate, to choose you always.
In every life and every universe, mine you'd be.
