Mark her as the cream page of a treasured chronicle,
She will gratify you the essence of an unfading lineage.
Listen her lengthy phrases
As the sonnet of an eternal summer,
She will teach you wisely how
To maintain your sanity in this agitated asylum.
Hold her by her wrists
When her tears shake her faith,
She will whisper you patiently
The cipher of instinctive affection.
Keep her in your arteries
As a flood of indispensable oxygen,
She will divulge you the magic
Of being a procreator too, some day.
Inscribe her as the charmed rite in your secret tabernacle,
She will bequeath you the immortality of unending blood.