It was a beautiful night, with the stars lost in their glitter,
And the midnight breeze blowing chilling warmth,
Like a brass man playing psalms of love on a Valentine night.
Like a newborn, I layed between Venus.
Tasted Mars and thought it was haven.
Then I heard her whisper,
Oh my God! It was heaven.
We clinged and became soul,
Our bodies burnt in passionate flames,
Turned ash but in each others arms.
Exactly how it was written in our palms,
So the wizard's prophecy became past.