The most precious one

Before me stood a great beacon of hope

A triumphant woman

Of grace and what glory may be

She smiled upon me

And did make my heart flutter

My spine quake

And my brain melted upon the floor

What powers have been bestowed to you?

Oh woman so pure

Muse to the Gods

Idol of Man

Who stands before me

In heavenly robes

Weeping

For her own heart breaks

Upon the stair of God

We Weep.

The precious one

In the arms of man