Lightning shatters the noir veil of the heavens
The blasting thunder sounds its trumpets.
Standing like a steeled forest, I brace my soul for the test.

The mountain whispers, the wind sighs
The first question comes.
"What would you do for her?"

I do not speak softly, my heart overflows.
"I'd do anything, even if not possible, I shall try.
Like the seasons of the fields,
Like the trade winds cross the seas,
I shall not tire for her.

Even if my love casts me into utter darkness,
Where even the outcasts will drive me out of their lands,
I will still let surge my fountain of passion,
I will not hinder my emotions, my feelings of tenderness."

The trees moan, the rocks bellow,
The second question comes.
"What is she like?"

My voice cannot be held, my words run loose to the winds.
"Imagine a perfect woman, but still your visions fall short of her.
Even in the knowledge of an omniscient being,
Even in the clear eyes of an innocent child,
She cannot be comprehended, words and thoughts fall away.

Beauty is fleeting, charm remains deceptive
But she exists above beauty, on a level where charm is undeserving.
Her presence, a fire that glows with warm, pleasant heat,
Her existence, a proof that God made people in his image."

The beasts of the sky jeer, the beasts of the lands taunt,
The third question comes.
"Does she love you back?"

I stood in silence.
I froze in muteness.

I exclaim to the lands, to the seas, to the seas, to the skies.
My cry echoes through the ears of the living.
"Do the stars know the earth?
Do they acknowledge its spinning?
We gaze upon the stars, our need for light fall on them.
Our necessities are met by the edges of their auras

She is the fiery star, I am the lonely planet.
I can look into her eyes and find everything I need.
And she may not know me,
And I may get burnt sometimes,
  but I'll still try to pass the test for her heart.
She's passed the test for mine."