Sometimes you reach the level of ferocity,
but I enjoy it with all the serenity.
The words comming out of your mouth are like balls of fire,
giving me the feel of a melody from a choir.
Your eyes seem to be like marbles of terror,
for me they are like diamonds forever.
In your face are the flames of a furnance,
for me its like the moon with grace.
Your actions are like the queen of adamant,
but often looks like the childs temperament.
Again and again I wait for your anger,
with all the pleasure and to keep it in my treasure.
