My heart is on fire with a supernatural spirit
A girl, a woman, a Nightingale Enchantment
She has my soul, my mind, my attention, and my pity
For to love me is to toil, to forge through meadows
Of mystery and rebellion
And fast approaching feelings and emotions
Woe is her, I really hope she's ready
To be loved as one can only dream
For I do, and always will
Till my final breath
I will love her, creamy white
Soft as silk, strung tight, and fast
Held safely above my head
Steady and high