Oh, these gorgeous eyes,
Dark and glorious eyes,
Burn-with-passion eyes,
How you hypnotise!
How I_ adore you so,
How I fear you though,
Since I saw you glow!
Now my spirit's low!
Darkness yours conceal mighty fires real;
They my fate will seal:
Burn my soul with zeal!
But my love for you,
When the time is due,
Will refresh anew like the morning dew!
No, not sad am I,
Nor so mad am I;
