One might see in Mina My disease But it was She who has infected me For all eternity...
As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there
On Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey
They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one's power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leave of sin
Stepping through a mirror The princess of the emerald glass Brought me on sip nearer Love's infernal past...
They say Hell hath no furies Like a woman scorned by life When the Heavenly Judge and juries Participate to chain this wife With forced virtue, Her secret needs On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, Aleera Brides of old and goddesses all Forgive my wishes to be always near her Forever or whenever seas recall
The Aphrodite from my embrace For as Mars (whom her lips placate) I tore these shores with wars of hatred Before our Paris wet his fate In Helen, one might find mistake In winning tragedy For all eternity...
I am still lovesick for Mina I am still so lovesick for MinaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
