Come my beauty,

Just, come to me,

Or, shall I come,

You tell the beast,

For he defy, he loves you,

Clear, but, me, I deny,

I'm always here.

A sight of you,

Sends a chill,

Up, on, our nerves,

So, up, on hills,

Like a breeze, that ,

Gives me magic,

To fight temptations,

Or, love, it is.

Though the accent,

Told me where,

The one I seek,

Is you, I cheer,

Take my soul, my blood,

I insist, or, tell, ourselves,

As one instead.

I don't know it,

I liked me, where,

The part of love,

Or hate, it's there?

Maybe, indeed, I don't know,

What to say,

The lover of yours,

Stands at bay.

Try hold my hand,

I'll show you world,

Of mine and yours,

Not this earth,

We can creat it,

We can innovate,

Of ours of all,

That, I can say.

I do not plea,

Try and understand,

This pen I'm holding,

Is shivering again,

Not of thought,

I try to say, a part,

Is mine, and,

You I pray.

Nothing, just remember,

This thing, I say,

It again and again,

I think and see,

COME MY BEAUTY,

JUST COME TO ME,

OR, SHALL I COME,

YOU TELL THE BEAST.......