With a rattling prestige and tender majesty.
She walks and the time stand
in modest,
Hallowing the divine and august beauty.
Sounds subdues, people whisper:
An angel among mortals walks !.
And the dead rise from the
sepulture;
By here whiff when she passes.
She walks and my heart follows;
Like a child with sweet been seduced.
Poor heart; been hunted with
arrows;
By an eyes have no mercy, released.
Glorifying the one who created them;
Nothing came to my mind like ‘em.
