Her voice is a fever

Feeling deep sensitivity cruel
 Her voice is a fever
 Sheer throat of the moon
 Eyes shining with joy, elegance, sparkle golden shore,
Sensitivity cruel heroines to Cythera by Watteau,
 She tremble with the brutality of the archaic world
Its waves reverberate within me the beating of my distraught heart
 Idea of sensuality, a mysterious stolen crystal Jena
 Breach of an unbreakable law
Tears of happiness as the world goes,
 You want to keep your dream and now it's tea time
Unconscious avoidance pride and beauty