Inflamed with passion and desire, yet still
I cannot fill my verse with rhythm and rhyme...
When I first saw your beauty grace my sight,
When I confronted you with all my art...
Am I a fool to fall in love so fast?
To sink and drown in tempest seas of death...
Am I a fool to fall in love so fast?
To sink and drown in tempest seas of death...
When I first saw your beauty grace my sight,
When I confronted you with all my art...
Inflamed with passion and desire, yet still
I cannot fill my verse with rhythm and rhyme...