Her eyes are blue, like the deep blue ocean,

    Her smile intoxicating, like Cupid's love potion,

    With hair as golden as Apollo's bow strings,

    And a laugh as enthralling, as the songs the Siren sings,

    Am I alone in this, am I insane?

    Is love this strong, so full of pain?

    Is it so blinding, with so many paths awinding,

    Endowed with captivity, and stone hard binding?

    Or maybe I'm just a fool, a fool for love,

    Trapped by the call, the song of the dove,

    But then she looks, and I lose all uncertainty,

    For this is my paradise, this is my eternity.