Your charms are sweet as the morning dew
Lighted upon the grasses from heaven

Your passions are magma crashing beneath the surface
Erupting suddenly when plates collide

Your love has the power to move
And create mountains anew

Your beauty is like an icicle
Frozen in purity

Your affections ever grow, silently still
Combining the charges of potential energy

Your heart is sealed and no one knows
For some man may kiss the tender lips of your soul