My lady, O’ my sacred heart once again Eros lifted his bow in secrecy and graced me with love’s sweet wounds. A pain so gentle I could love her a thousand years in one day.
Her beauty is so great a power it could distribute the stars into the twinkling eyes of all passion lovers. For the eternal essence of her loveliness did he send every arrow forth. From yesterday, to today and forever by love’s first crusade.
The hands of God takes heaven up in her arms, possessing an immortal soul of divinity. High upon the mountains of every ivory plain an angel in the state of true glory, pure and holy in which the light has never before been so blessed.