A jumble of aesthetic literature
he is a walking poetry
he's got those deep black eyes
emitting strongest gravity
he's a living mystery
only i wanna solve
hes my only sun
that i wanna revolve
he be living the life of perfection
a whole man made from Aphrodite's collection
Van Gogh's painting out of frame
Well it's the God's inequity to blame
A demon so invincible
shattering all my principles
He's got that charm
that trapped me a slave for lifetime
I don't even regret
cos not falling for him is the biggest crime...