Your eyes so deep and tender are,
Soft with the glamour of a star,
Bright with the gentle light that lies
In placid streams and sunny skies;
Your eyes so tender are.
And yet, those melting, smiling eyes,
From out their depths so sweet,
Have lanced a cruel, piercing dart;
And now my wounded, bleeding heart
Lies captive at your feet.

Your lips are like a sweet, red rose,
That in some scented garden grows;
A dewy rose, so sweet and red,
That blooms amidst a lily bed;
Your lips are like a rose.
And yet, those velvet-petal’d lips
A honey’d poison brew,
That through my veins has run like fire,
And filled my soul with love’s desire,
And left me mad for you.