CLANDESTINE CRUSH
If my verse must speak of my crush upon you O, the mighty glamour to whom the world seeks The grains of Earth shall not suffice thy praise Nor the drops of blue carpet that lies in plenty But only one unpretentious beat in the heart Shall feel the crimson power of my Love Which shall never fade, even if the dark art Wipes out the earth to the last grain But the truth shall linger with every rebirth Of my soul, which will breath with just one name Of a woman who with all the bliss has conquered all The one that bears a great name of heaven Who has the soul fearless, that of a tiger And who shall rule my heart eternally Who cares, what wrath halt my ways unto thee? All I see is the smile of elixir at my arms reach Who cares what hell would stand my way unto you? When I desire is the nectar of thy bosom Even if the forces of nature break my way I shall deliver myself upon the cozy bench of mine The one without whom I shall never learn to ex...