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!