Those Scarlett lips that take men mild
And in them raise a passion wild,
That pout and promise such delight
Those scarlet lips that light the night.

Those teeth as white as hound dogs flash
Men fall before as if a lash
Across their shoulders leaves its mark
And leaves them weeping in the dark.

Those eyes as black as Ravens wing
Flash in the night and seem to sing
A song to make a strong man wilt
Then like a knife stab to the hilt.

That hair as soft as golden silk
Cascades and flows like mothers milk
Across her breasts so full and ripe
Men bow their heads, their tears to wipe.

That face, so bold, so proud, so cruel
Can turn a wise man to a fool,
Can make him bend and crack asunder,
Can make him weep, and beg, and wonder.

This then is the one I love
And worship from afar.
Ten thousand years she has haunted me
My Angel from a star.