My heart it was a heavy stone,
A weight too much to bear.
She came to me, Vanadis,
The lady most fair.
I froze enamored by her beauty,
And her lion's stare.
With glowing fire, melted amber
Garnet in her hair.
She drew me close and held me tight,
And burned away my fear.
She forged me as a smith of gold
Into her hands so dear.
I melted in her warmest summer
Sun-fire skin.
Now all I do is craft my heart
To give it back again.
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