In exchange for love, I will grant you with respect.
I will decorate your skin with flowers of a living spring, from a garden that belongs to a sleeping goddess.
I will flood your soul with a deluge of poetry, allow the rain, and hold it as your holy water.
My angels will sustain you when I'm unavailable, troubling the darkness out of your world.
You must endure, my beloved.
The world is full of fanatics, naked from their greatness.