The hearts of all men arise,
Her grace so soft so elegant,
Upon a meeting with her eye's,

A spell thats cast with innocence.

Springtime play and winters lament,
Reflect within her counternance,
Memories of the seasons spent,

A spell thats cast with innocence.

A maiden of the purest heart,
She domminates my conciosnes,
A beauty thats described as art,

A spell thats cast with innocence.

The power of her sweet allure,
Justifies my reverence,
Though all I require is a cure,

From her spell thats cast with innocence.