Your eolian spirit pushes me to go forward, by your side I feel my wings spread.
The wind made you, tender blows created your pale skin, your deep brown eyes.
The flame inside of you is something I'm walking towards,
by your side I don't yearn for bed or bread.
Your white magic is strong, so strong! Your gaze could easily melt ice.
Who cares about all those facts I read?
In the end of the day, you're the god of air, spirit made out of wind...could I ever dream of being your queen?