Aeon.

Dead girl hiding behind buried mirrors which reflect handkerchief bouquets. I shine brightly in my tomb, I am foolish enough to wave the sapphire banners of eternity over her head. Her winter deliciousness in sight of magic shapes, I suffer in her perfect form. Our bodies are deceased in hours of silence, I purified summer in my adoration of her.
Golden leaves of south shipless waters cover our ancient benevolent love. My passion for her is crossed with violence, egotistical enjoyment. She will not look me in the eyes, She travels and sinks amid in terror of herself.
Her breath fills my day with shattering invasions! Dreams of a clear song descended upon our tyrannical paradise. I travel with the misfortune of her gliding perfection, O the sight of her reinvents our unforeseen sin.
Her spirit's beauty vaster than the universe. Lifes colour recoils in a darkened room while her mind migrates to the black jaguar. We shall walk the path of avenues and temples of heavenly gaiety. Scarlet plains on my shoulder, I breathe out her day.
O love! Her racing eternal infection!
Roused by whirlwinds that collide on the edge of her footsteps!
O Goddess! Wrap me in your wake!
Lamps of the waves stirred her veils. Morning in June I chased her, she lead me among strange enchantments. O tortures! I shall glorify the poison! I was respected by that madness!
Corpses beneath the tide mocking nightmares with her irresistible fresh face. O love! O love! O love! Our eyes bind us to eternity! I follow her seeing!