Thy eyes are as deep as a boundless ocean and glisten like rain in a storm.
For whoever could declare of beauty, tis a fortune to have met thee.

Your spirit is the fiery waves of the sea, suppressed with unbreakable binds.

You are as icy as a rosebush, your passion is teeming.

But do not brood over frivolous desires, sweet songbird.

Thou must learn to use the compass the proper way.