Oh my love, My sweet heart Do not ask me Of how beautiful you are. Even when I compare You with Cleopatra, Or the Helen of Troy, You are always better, better by far. Dark cloud gathers up above And thunder hits the ground As the lightning covers the sky above With its thundering sound I ainβt no Achilles Or the Hercules himself But I would always protect thee. Trust in me is what I need And your undying Faith on me.