Inspired by and dedicated to Trang Son
Oh! Dear thoughts resounding in the mind
Do please convey what a lost soul need find
To be able to live on happily 'til eternity.
What must one do to feel worthy of her complexity?
She, who is armed with a milky coating for a skin
And a universe within the eyes that sweeten her soft grin,
Is too precious a being to be betrothed to anyone.
No, not just anyone can claim her his and then be done.
A free spirit, yes, indeed she does carry within the depths.
Together with a warm heart, full of love, centering her chest.
So one who dreams of being hers and of her being his
Must be able to withstand the venom of a serpent's kiss.
A serpent's kiss, Medusa's smile and the wrath of seven seas;
The four winds, a giant bee and a demon king one must appease.
Thereof, dear thoughts, as you may see the dilemma starts and ends
With her being the one that makes a lost soul complete.
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