O how beloved is the spark that warms my frigid heart,
The blessed Ember whose life-stirring warmth thaws my blood,
By what malignant design was our crossing for but a vexing moment?
Ah, how quickly the wintry cold seizes my lonesome heart,
Icy rivers now in your warmth's absence fill my frozen veins,
Where, where must I journey to pursue your divine presence?
For you, my blessed Ember, are a goddess touring the earth,
Your bronze skin glimmering brighter than the Northern Star,
And your head crowned with ever-flowing golden bronze waterfalls.
Those sparkling suns you call eyes have ensnared my mind,
Mesmerizing lips soft as the rarest flowerbeds now haunt my desire,
Stirring my heart to endure the icy winter's isolation.
Your hips swaying so elegantly as if carried by the wind,
Ignites a bestial passion which I'd caged behind merciless steel,
Enticing me to forsake good sense and suffer the lonesome chill for your life-giving warmth.
You, my dear, enchanting Ember, have bewitched this foolish mind,
By mere chance our eyes met and our paths were entwined by the shifting winter wind,
And now my heart, cold and sick with desperation beats wildly for your warmth.
