My lover, her lips are as sweet as nectar
That would lure a hummingbird to perch in the breeze,
A laugh that could reach the devil through his gates
And plant the seeds of redemption.
My lover, her eyes are as bright as diamonds
That sparkle in the light of a dazzling sun.
A gaze that would reach the angel through his gates
And plant the seeds of temptation.
But it was poison that dripped from her serpentine tongue
As she conjured sweet tales of forever.
Winding round my heart with an iron grip that
Told of a cruel and rather violent relation.
And it was cunning that shone in her blood diamond eyes
As she caught the glow of a soon eclipsed sun
And reflected waxed waves of pity and scorn
That I gladly spun as affection.