Personification of chariness in her eyes;
Metaphors of her drowsy lips, the red dark love lips.
Cupid is there in her heart.
She's a girl I was born for, she's a one my heart worn for.
A princess with a sacred soul, a woman with a hollow maul.
I don't know either to love her, or to live with her.
Mystically she knew it that I love her, yet she saves all the personifications;