In my lover’s eyes and in my lover’s art,
I saw the tulips rise, and rise above her heart.
And in rich despair like no moon could ever hope to keep,
I kissed her on the mouth and watched her gently sleep,
I watched her mountains gaze
and sank beneath her raging fire,
I cruised along her silent maze,
and dove into her mad desire.
And from a distance far beyond
her hips became a song to me.
She touched me ‘till her eyes grew fond,
her hair was soft and long to me.
And when the moon was fully gold
and dancing made me tender,
I prayed until my heart grew bold
with Godly love to send her.
