Your heart is a treasure buried in your chest
That you want to feel, you long to caress;
And you know that if you want to see it,
You should be willing to hurt it a bit
For something so precious as your heart
Needs a little pain to see if it will break apart.
Sailed through stormy waters
To be near her,
To be free.
He had eight muses,
That means battling
With imposing waves
Just to seek the right love.
So if you want
To find your lover,
You should let the rage
Take you to her.
FYI. I’m not making my own commentary on this, but posting this only for your own analysis and conclusions. Let the debates begin.