Ishtar (celebrate Your Beauty)

<br>And I`ve reposed all my worries<br>Onto thy perfect land of feelings<br>This chamber made by treasures, bygone<br>Pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour<br>Con the words, the ones sculptured on me<br>On my tongue`s dry carpet, on my bloody actions<br>I cut it fine to run away from temptation<br>For I spelled my promises and you spelled your<br>Curses<br>In the flush of victory you fly<br>But, beware, foible just means nothing to me<br>Even the flowery poems we somehow hear<br>Perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see