Her gypsy eyes tame me in an instant, Brilliant and soul bearing, they know no end, Her wispy locks of sweet blonde, Trail her face, Brushing smooth skin of porcelain, Her smile like a dawn chorus,
These eyes have seen, These eyes have cried, These eyed have told, These eyes have lied, These eyes, my eyes, have seen your eyes, Those eyes, your eyes, will realise, That in my eyes there lies the prize,
I clean you, wash your feet, Caress your bruises and aching bones, With turpentine kisses. They burn the wounds, leaving scars, Pain is rememberence, The promise that you will never forget me.
Giving up, giving in, Today it happened, I swallowed the inevitable, Hook, line and sinker, I sampled the forbidden fruit, The indescribable sweetness of the prize,