These parades of blasphemy terrorize my fears,
and my blistered heart yearns for things to say.
But your hands hold my feelings in their grasp,
letting my tantrums succumb to this odious bay.
And for the abyss of emotions,
my soul continues their appeal.
As they have all taken deep to a slumber,
so my potion of wooing cannot keel.
But finally my feet have stood,
in front of the statue of your golden figurine.
Taking from me my beating heart,
dragging me into dreams behind this screen.
So here I have collapsed,
on the grounds of this homeland of greenery.
Impaling the woe of your emotions,
into the background of this vicious scenery.
Because in this chaotic mayhem we call earth,
my life is blessed, as I am with you.
And now with this ring that glows,
you have proven my worth, by accepting my due.
And with your heart standing next to mine,
my soul is consumed by the fire of victory.
Whilst the pens clamber down onto this paper,
staining the first page of two lovers' history.