To Venus

Inside her eyes I see a fiery flame…
Walking tall, looking proud, she plays the game.
Of broken promises and wounded hearts,
This game of passion and of love!

Mysterious lady, won’t you stay with me?
O my lovely Venus, I long for thee!
Yet mountains rise and tear us apart
From playing this game of love!

O sweet seduction, take us far away,
From dismal now, towards a place to stay.
O when does this begin, where does this start,
Our little game, this little game of love?

Look and see all that we have done so far,
Our passion burns! Burns brighter than the star!
Yet it is only just the beginning,
Of our little game of love.

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