Analysis of Be thou my viola in the sleepless night

Thy eyes doth glow, illuminates thine radiant face.
Brims with elegance and grace
Like the first orbs of light over Makgadikgadi pans.
Thy skin's allure, full of existence, is like an orange tree in its prime,
Verily, brimming with nature's bounty, both ripe and bright.
A vision of such grandeur, an overwhelming delight.
Thy teeth do gleam, as stars in the dusky veil of Tlokweng twilight.
Thy fine cheeks, as silk, in softness they ignite.
Verily, thou dost breathe life into love, amidst an existence otherwise threadbare and gloomy.
Be thou my viola in the sleepless night.
I'll strum thee, nip thee, savour thee in delight, until a storm is born.
Till our bed turns a into a passionate cat fight.
I'll hold thee close, never letting thee from sight.

Thy hair, it flows, like Moshaweng's wide vale,
Thy oval face, like the evening sky, doth brightly hale.
Thine ears, bewitching in their merry manner,
Doth sway like mopane branches, in the tender breeze of Domboshaba hills.
Thy chest shall I cradle, as an infant longs for its mother's drink.
Like a feathered cushion in the soft breeze, between your cushion I shall softly sink.
Verily, thou dost breathe life into love, amidst an existence otherwise threadbare and worn.
I'll strum thee, nip thee, savour thee in delight,until a storm is born.
Till our bed turns a into a passionate cat fight.
I'll hold thee close, never letting thee from sight.

Thy breasts doth hold firm and high, like the full moon over Tsodilo hills.
Thine fingers doth cast a frost over mine body, as biting as Kalahari’s winter chills.
Thy skin, as smooth as coconut's sweet draught.
With the intensity of a storm, our love shall take its shape.
In thy boundless ocean of fondness, like a shark, I'll dive and drape.
I'll strum thee, nip thee, savour thee in delight.
Till our bed turns a into a passionate cat fight.
I'll hold thee close, never letting thee from sight.
Thy sweet tongue, damp as Lobatse’s morning grass adorned with heaven's tears, I choose .
In mine own weakness, I am ensnared, yet mine sole recourse is to propose.
For thy aroma, as soft as rose's petals, I cannot lose.
Verily, thou dost breathe life into love, amidst an existence otherwise threadbare and worn.
Be thou my viola in the sleepless night.
I'll strum thee, nip thee, savour thee in delight.
Till our bed turns a into a passionate cat fight.
I'll hold thee close, never letting thee from sight.