You haunt me with your quiet manner

speaking volumes in the solitude of your silence

but are my readings an accurate portrayal of your midnight complexion?

You're a mystery of the night, my soul,

is captivated by your demeanor.

Your hands are the witchcraft of Merlin

Your skin the blanket of Arabian nights

Your figure is the wand of divination

And I am your eternal captive.

Lo and behold, I'll do anything for you

if it's within my means I'll bend over backwards for you

I'll pray day n night for your success and victory

I'll hope in your eternal happiness knowing it'll strengthen my own.

I'll divine in the shadows to keep you in the light

Oh if only you'd kiss me with your mighty lips

and it'll be the gentle breeze I need on hot and lonely nights

Captivate me with the gift of meeting you again, sir, I hope, would you please,

That I may sing your praises again,

in honor of you, a precious gem of the earth.