Come, come into my heart once,
You'll see how lonesome it's always been.
You can see the vacant chambers,
Lavishly furnished, beige monotone,
Blue strings to draw the rosy curtains.
Welcome to my heart again.
You shall see your own impression,
Stamped in every glistening canvas,
On these soft,deep red walls.
Beautiful Perseus and his Pegasus,
You may be thinking,
I've hidden Paris,
In that old wooden horse.
That's a rocking horse, silly !
Lovers as Paris're rare to find.
The chambers of my heart,
Are still unventured.
The cushions of the beige settee,
Are always uncrumpled
Those who dared to come,
Never dared to swim across,
This red, stormy, voodoo sea.
Every morning , night as well,
I clean my chambers,
I bite my soceristic black nails -
Agitated, anticipating
That you will come to me.
I am your siren,
My batting, soporific gaze,
Is lethal.
Once they get you,
There's no escape
My Odysseus, once trapped,
You shall never bid adieu,
To this Cloud- and- Cuckoo land.

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