IV.

AMBER.

¿What does this neat colonnade mean to me?,

Your love is something holy, something sweet;

Don't know if you're a forest or a tree,

But I see you're the magic that I need.

This colonnade supports your holy temple

And I cannot be a heretic, you are

my religion, my faith, and my example,

You're the only truth I believe by far.

Neither earthquakes nor arson can raze you,

You're stronger than many giant fortresses,

You're my overlord, honey, well, you rule, 

You are self-assured than all of these actresses.

Oh, Amber, you're the crucible of beauty

I cannot touch the border of your tunic.