A witch he thinks I am That a spell I’ve cast on him Through the delicous taste Of what I baked,
Nothing particular to this shirt, Juste an old piece of fabric One might say But to me it’s a rare and precious item
Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted
There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it
What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever
Anxiety is dancing in my mind In a loud trance My fears Are rushing into my head How can I ever stop them?
The Lily of the Valley Blossoms beautifully Its fragance is light and fresh But poison runs through its veins, A dark side it surely hides
How many times Can I take no for an answer? Knowing you want me But are too afraid to love Disapointment
This evening I look at the Sky I see a burst of magnificent colou… And I realize there’s something I Had not seen…
The water Falls in a mellow harmony Helping me to clear my mind And direct the current of my thoug… I close my Eyes
Sunshine, Driven by Helios through the Sky In a golden chariot To the sole purpose Of illuminating my life
Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation
Incredible is my mother She is kind like no other A pure Angel is nothing compared… Beautiful and fraich as dew, Enchantress
It’s the darkest night I have ever witnessed The Moon reflects on the river In a luminescent wave Here I am
He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
