Faiza Three

I'll dance to flutes, if I'm not too late, wine is for reckless fools, why heave and groan, act afraid, of my fancy French Cologne, I'll borrow the moon, church and state, to stroll these avenues, we are never alone, in what we hate, a promenade of our bones, now tell me the truth, is my vision great, cast in broken ruins, maybe when I’ve gone, you’ll recognise my case, shining like a basilisk, make me swoon, call me your fate, don’t act stupid, love's not a duel.