Night pitch on my shoulders like a bird With the wind sloping tenderly on my skin. Her eyes are murky with sparkling delights, They are my windows to this gruesome world. In her gazes I’m kept safe from the arms of the villains.
Her fruity aroma stains my world completely, A man can die blissfully in her arms, and upon Her tasteful lips with a perfect smile. I feel dismal in the absent of her presence Because only the voice of my Dear could Revise a subconscious patient.
Oh heavenly, heavenly, she belongs in heaven But is addicted to my hell. Her cries are my worst nightmare, I fear that her tears will grease my ear.
Committed is my foe standing in my trail I wonder if he will once again cut the Air in my lungs, and send me to where Lonesome is queen, I don’t want to be her king.
I shed the sight of fear from my glances And dwell upon the soft and gentle Sedulity that she encloses. She is my one and only.