What's better,
Than a women with the face of an angel,
The grace like swan
The voice like a Nightingale,
Or so I thought
That was until I met you,
A storm in skin,
In your wilderness I grew
Soaked myself in the heat of the blazing fire your eyes carry,
I tasted power,
Tasted power through your lips
That's when I knew
You're a women like none other
You're an artistry of nature...
