[Oh look. It's a cute little clockwork bird. It will just wait until it can drop it's cargo.
It's a page of paper, written in Alessandro's flowing handwriting]
Helen's Armada is but a trifle Of the waves you make. Nefertiti's kingdom a tiny village In your shadow. The moon pales before The mystery of your smile And the sun knows himself lucky To touch your skin. You who walked the garden Shall make a flowerbed of all the earth. Betdheba, Mary, Victoria, Aphrodite, Eve. They are whispers, Eclipsed by your beauty. Your power is absolute. My queen, to whom the world kneels. Whose hand I hold And lips I kiss. And body and mind I worship.
UN : Tarabotti
It's a page of paper, written in Alessandro's flowing handwriting]
Helen's Armada is but a trifle
Of the waves you make.
Nefertiti's kingdom a tiny village
In your shadow.
The moon pales before
The mystery of your smile
And the sun knows himself lucky
To touch your skin.
You who walked the garden
Shall make a flowerbed of all the earth.
Betdheba, Mary, Victoria,
Aphrodite, Eve.
They are whispers,
Eclipsed by your beauty.
Your power is absolute.
My queen, to whom the world kneels.
Whose hand I hold
And lips I kiss.
And body and mind I worship.