Once upon my time I tasted passion,
The thoughts shivered in a sigh of my play,
I could feel it written in her lay of fashion,
I'm strengled softhearted in hands to stay...
So tired I can't sleep,
towards the proximity of your highness...
Painted she creates an act of earth,
Coloured cheecks gives her sun a last glance,
Curious to my heartshapes that she gave birth,
Unfinished is the face that left me in her dance...
Paid my debts,
In a trembled place so priceless...
I drop her in the fantasy of her thoughts,
Drups cover the infinity of sparkling royalty...