On Gorgeous Grounds

"Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon?"
As she consumes my eyes I stand paralized...
...frooze like eyes...

Don't want to know her name, dissapointed i might be
So I ask if she's real, her flesh she let me feel...
...which I might steal...

I walk on gorgeous grounds...

She tells me without a sound
That we are the only ones
Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds

Absorbed by darkblue eyes
Parted in half
This all I could sacrifice

I cannot comprehend from where luck rose
Nor can I recall when she lost her charm...
...and me my arms...