O blessed blood! Sweet vitae fills my lips,
Awaiting raging fire, soft as sighs,
The sharpest jolt, then rolling, closing eyes;
The sudden magnetism of your hips.
I'm preaching to an angel: What of this?
A lover's fate, a dreamer late befell!
Too beautiful... my words could never tell
That I was yours, if only for a kiss.
A cursed goodbye, before we say hello;
You dodge another heartbreak as you go.