Wine creeps up my cheeks
Flowers blooming in my head
Maybe it's the way I think
Clouds of delusion all ahead

Every moment you appear
My eyes linger on your neck
Touch those chocolate lips
And shape of your silhouette

Hastness made exceptions
As plants do for spring, I'll wait
If felt pain today, it hit more
If you have it too, don't be late

Auroras swaying with the sky
Permitted the smiles to sneak
Don't know what this is but—
Let my heart save your antique