My Eve, you are a mischief like Lilith
And able to transform my blood in wine
To turn this fairy story contempt beneath,
To squeeze it through vital veins of mine.
My pluffy passion breaks my guts,
Devoted to a peevish living charm - luvvy,
My ego claims to me make tracks,
But eyes`ve just whispered "ideal moi".
What`s on your mind, my silent Sphinx,
With lips resembling a seal crowned by arms,
Impregnable is as a mountain behind Styx
And trouble it seems strikingly unwise.
Once leapt in love headlong like in the park`s pond,
Even a gentle creature gladly eats you as if a shark with bond.