Is love a curse or a blessing?
This heart of mine, such a fragile thing,
is a domain where love resides.
It is the garden where infatuation grows.
From a tiny seed, with the aid of time and faith
it will blossom into a flower.
With hazel eyes that shines like stars in the sky
and hair black as a moonless night.
This angel from the heavens above,
seized my heart prisoner, holding it captive.
Her milky white skin glistens in the sun like a pearl,
that was once in an oyster embedded
at the bottom of the ocean's floor
With lips rosy as peaches and angelic voice, which entices
the hearts' of men, intoxicating them with just a smile.
Her charm is like magic, this enchantress conjures spells,
leaving you breathless, doing this with no words.
She kindles a fire, creating a desire,
luring men as they are consumed by lust.
I'm another victim of her power.
My heart surrendered without a fight,
the white flag was posted and the bugle sound
the retreat and I fell in love with her.