On Gorgeous Grounds

"Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon ?"

As she consumes my eyes

I stand paralized... ...frooze like eyes...

Don't want to know her name, dissapointed i might be

So I ask if she's real, her flesh she let me feel... ...which

I might steal...

I walk on gorgeous grounds...

She tells me without a sound

That we are the only ones

Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds

Absorbed by darkblue eyes

Parted in half

This all I could sacrifice

I cannot comprehend from where luck rose

Nor can I recall when she lost her charm... ...and me my arms...