I dive in the deep ocean of your eyes,
Taste your coral lips that have éclairs.
When your beauty invites me to love,
And when you are spooned in my arms,
From head to feet you are a trapper,
My heart is trapped by your charms.
I live in a prison of the beauty-grills,
Until you come in dreams to set me free
During my dream your portrait I paint,
You are a bird sitting and singing on a tree.
No doubt it’s your portrait, it’s your beauty
But the brush is mine and the colors are mine
I change you in a moon reflecting the sun,
Dear rose! Delicacy is yours but odors are mine.

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