Her eyes house the inexhaustible wells of the holy marriage between mercy and strength.
The holy marriage that gave birth to a noble knight in her spacious heart.
A brave knight, the nobility of pursuit of justice,
always radiates brilliantly from her dignified forehead.
Hardships, adversities, and the storms of calamity, only added fertility to the fruitful gardens of her heart.
Her heart always wanders the plains of the arid lands,
sowing the seeds of hope and dreams into the rigged, antagonistic soil.
The antagonistic terrain that usually gives way to the currents of mercy,
which overflow from the irresistible gaze of her compassionate eyes.
On the back of her horse of peace and war, as a knight who fights for the cause of the kingdom of beauty,
still holds her sword so firmly.
Her sword is her words that draw the boundaries between the ancient labyrinths of the intricate caves of darkness,
and the first line of the break of dawn.
The upcoming break of the dawn that the dignified light of her forehead always assures its coming.
The upcoming dawn that resides in her penetrative eyes.
The piercing eyes that are capable of intimidating the thick clouds of the arrogant injustice.
The arrogant injustice that always clouds the smoky sky of the aggrieved hearts.
Her eyes house the inexhaustible wells of the holy marriage between mercy and strength.
A holy marriage that gave birth to a noble knight in her spacious heart.