SelfPub: You don't look in the eye ...

You don't look into the eyes of my Prince,
And happiness I do not know the flour
Today the rose I swore,
Warm breath, your hands.
Blessed from witchcraft
Reveal the secret of inspiration
Divine nature
Will be a sweet moment
When you drink the nectar
Me prepared potions
Of pleasures sweet gift
The magic of sadness and joy.
Drink from my lips, by thine dreams
Desires small SIPS
And the world disappears, only you
Again will do his touches.
You don't look into the eyes of my Prince,
But draw a portrait of feelings
Today the rose I swore,
Give a smile for the arts.