Love Trilogy

Lie to me nicely, 
not a giver of love. 
Contact warts, flute 
will take us. 
Show us the common 
passion, lust, as well as the road. 
It takes as long as may be, 
until it is time for the morning star 
ascend. the sun 
dry weather in the mood to ride. 

Cupid tampered with love 
stiff spring. 
There are moments, perfect. 
Take me to nirvana, 
takes time through the gate, 
not for me it is paradise 
Adam, I will be your Eve .