It's a bit of strange poem, and its not all in old English just parts. Critique away .
The beauty of her body,
Far surpasses the hatred in thy soul.
For her the indifferent earth would change,
Its mountain ranges torn asunder,
For her the superior sky would change,
Its lighting without thunder.
In the hollow of thy chest,
Lives the hatred of thine heart,
In the hollow of thy chest,
Lives she, set far apart.
For her the mortal men will strive,
To far greater deeds than before,
For her the Greater Gods will strive,
To create things of beauty more.
For the beauty of her body,
Far surpasses the hatred in thy soul.
