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.
