Her beauty stuns even her repetitive watch
Stopping time, every moment she’s willing to smile
For her eyes sparkle, she’s a star on file
Wanting to love her and secure our match.

As she brushes her hair back over her ear
Seeing her skin, what lovely instrument of lust
For the pain given from the thrown dust
Into my eyes, where this man stands without a tear.

To be a chameleon in disguise; jumping out of cover
At any second; to snatch an exciting glare
To see her face, wishing again to become her lover.

But a disappointment has reached his loving heart
For he thought, that she could become his flare
Guiding him to ecstasy and a new kind of art.