in flowing gowns of ivory lace,
with soft whispers, you weave your enchanting tale,
with your kiss, you do inflame,
oh, flee from me, before you claim,
go back, go back from whence you came.
I dare not gaze upon thy tempting face,
for in your presence, my heart will fail,
you are the destiny that I must meet,
as Helen beckoned the Trojan fleet,
you guide my doom on silk-slippered feet,
my eternal soul, you do entice, my fateful love, you do entice.