That inquisitive nature suits you like a delicate armor; however,
you question yourself more often than you should, brave little princess.
Be resolute. Never let that glimmer in your sepia eyes vanish.
You are the daughter that I will never have.
If I could, I would shield you
from poisonous vipers that bathe their bellies in the fertile earth.
I know you cannot take every step with caution. Your carefree spirit will not allow this.
When the troubadours come wooing you with their tune,
choose a suitor with whom you resonate harmoniously.
Build upon that vibration, and together, shake the world.
You are more beautiful than my poetry can express, little girl.
Your image is immortalized in my mind.
When your personal Orpheus finds you
may the notes of his lute stroke your skin with admiration
for the radiant goddess you were born to be.
I will see you in the cosmos gleaming, like your smile has
every time that I have beheld you, and called you by name, sweet Eurydice.