Who allowed you walk

In the garden of my heart?

The flower you hold too tightly

In your hand, is mine.

Did you steal it, as I lay drugged

By the perfume of your breath?

Let it fall gently

Or I may hold you

Too tightly in my arms.

Let it fall gently

To the ground.

I have already laid many

Such petals at your feet.

And now I need you here,

For you have no fear

And can open

My colour-blind eyes

With just one sensual kiss.