My quill and scroll are ready, like a warlord ready for battle.
I want to describe every ounce of me to vanquish your suspicion.
Below is my mind's layout, clearer than those of the empires you seek to conquer.
My heart, a place you can hide freely,
Without being afraid of hidden mechanisms.
I present to you my eyes,
They are like a mirror that can see and show your dead emotions.
The sound from my voice box can dispel your nightmares.
Dare you to argue with me,
Even red roses blush upon kissing my body.
My feet are like fine jade shining in the morning sun.
I am a live painting in the eyes of men.
Dare to ask your heart when your eyes behold me,
I am the goddess of beauty touching your heart's door.