Her

If only unspoke,
Thoughts could foretell,
The opening of hearts,
THe beginnings of Hell.

A soft painted picture,
in mere mortal eyes,
A gorgeous beholding,
Before they whom dies.

With one single touch,
With one deep kiss,
It all seems too much,
To hold this much bliss.

Kiss her too fiercely,
Hold her too tight,
Keep her believing,
You're with her that night.

Wake up her body,
Lay under a spell,
And don't let her find out,
She know you too well.