Snow, and drugs that make every visage angelic!
Then came my secret dream of the girl, my warrior with a foot like a doe.
Walking for inspiration, I learned which of you is THE ONE.
Kissing, but not moving. Loving, unmoving (But this is said in a coquettish trance)
Dampens my book, thoughts come quick
I almost love you, but I kiss you the way I kiss Maria…
And she, with a foot like a doe.
I was swept away when the choirs in your shiny eyes cast little drops of water on everything.
O Slayer of trickery!
My shoulders hold more than a swarm of devils.
Whence came the Blight of the churning rivers?
You spoke like a dragon, my queen, my angel.
Scion of anguish, I cherish your anguish.
This is a promise and you are a dove.
I quit this grief with obsequies.
Snowfall beautifies humanity, but charm is lost with enhansed design.
Bind my lips with the purest vine!