Ye sweet and beautiful woman,
your face inspires a once battered-down man to feel his own self again.
Your stare causes the soul to feel bare against your very presence.
Symmetry makes you; sweetness is what you share.
Your lips invite somebody to meet them and thus place theirs upon thine.
You are a muse to the eyes and a velvety rose to the soul. With no trace of effort, one can feel warm when you come to
form.
Words cannot express what the heart feels when I see you. Words are every person’s company when mumbling makes its
appearance.
Still, words do not suffice to make you aware how much I miss the smell of yours, the sight of your beautiful face, the warmth and touch of your body.
Oh ye, goddess of the earth! Show me your care, for I love you
with my whole self.