*In a man, I prefer wisdom, power,
The character is solid, the breadth of the soul.
With this, it's not scary to rush into the abyss,
He will protect and hide from a thunderstorm.*
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
The character is solid, the breadth of the soul.
With this, it's not scary to rush into the abyss,
He will protect and hide from a thunderstorm.*
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...