dance, my queen
for you will be mine, christine.
let the chandeliers speak
as you try not to slip
dance, my flower of beauty
let my eyes shroud the depths of thy tragedy
for it speaks of desire
love to perspire
every effort I make
it is for you to take
pay me no money nor gold
just a sight of thy smile, whom thee will be sold
the glimmer of thy dress, blinded me
with your hair pinned and your body close to thee
I shook in despair as I see you dance with grace
dance with a man, whom I thought will be me
jealously and anger was at stake
but then I thought, it was a big mistake
for I am only a man who aspires
a lady who she doesn't desire
though thought is an imagination
you and I, will never dance in this mansion
you are still truly a gem of majesty
My flower of beauty
