Naïve in beauty are you
And naïve in love are we

For you don't realize the spells
Of which you cast
On others, who lust and fantasize
Over you

And i see those poor souls
Entranced in your spells
I feel pity and guilt

And a striking feeling of sin

For love and lust are not the same

But how often they intertwine

With the hellish nature of jealousy and possession

Oh how naïve we are