"I wish quivering lips go easy, the intoxication is bewitching..
One bewitched veil, slowly tells us of the break of dawn with a smiling face"
Oh..
How the dimples flank her....
My eyes watch in awe the sights...
My fight..My first flight...
Eyes are dreams..passion in existence...
And the sky converge in those eyes...
Mon amour...
speak of love,speak slow
speak of love,speak low.....
In this scheming crowd wish your hand is always in mine
And lost in the obscurity of your lips...
Oh...
I listen to the silent eloqunce of the kiss...
The kiss...
Brushed past a decade..an age..
Of the melting snow..
Or the rising sun
From the tranquil wave of emotions...
I am tearing myself apart again...
Mon amour...
speak of love,speak slow
speak of love,speak low....
In this feared necropolis...
The greyish emotions..
Pitch black lies....
white fangs...
A little lost soul...
seeking solace...empathy...
never craved for crimson petals...
or the white rose...
velvet cedars...
When I am walking the luminated dungeon...
I'm following your afterglow...
My name is love..
I'm Eros..
