Iosian Period Poem 4: This Love

I sing with joy at the beauty you embody

Your golden hair only possessed by angels

Eyes the color of jade, such as the grass that dances in the wind

Surrounded by the aromas of meadows of flowers

Tenderness of the kindest maiden

Thy countenance with a smile brings light to the darkness in my heart

The desire to embrace thy celestial figure is a passion

My soul soars at the lovely glance

Oh, How I long for the day I am able to truly express my affection for you

Igniting a flame in this body I will seduce you into my arms

There is no way to deny this love

God has provided me with the power in my right hand

The Army of Angels in my left

Together nothing shall prevent my success

If you only knew the conflict in my mind

You cause my soul to scream your name

I love you, I love you, I love you

Please hear the sound of my voice