I have crossed the waters of time
I have sailed newborn skies...

You are my Ocahui
Blooming every century...

The skip in your heart when on Christmas morning...
When you'd rather spend all night on the phone...

Your
Gentile...

You are my Princess
Only I can see your bejeweled crown...

Chauvinist, Nationalist,
Esprit de Corps...

Tiny Rosebud, Roselet
Blooming before my eyes...

I want to lie
Feet to feet...

I have touched her mind with the stroke of my pen...
I have already tasted her chastity, arched her...

You are my energy
My force, my light, my frequency...

We crave what we gave.
We thirst for more...

Sparkle has taken up residence within your eyes...
Your laughter cuts through the air as a Katana...