Gordon Thomas Ward – “Désirée"
Désirée,
Mind her green eyes
That tell sweet lies behind paper fans.
Désirée,
She will haunt you,
And she’ll taunt you tracing secrets in the sand.

Carried in flight on the wings of the night she is soaring
Come the morning, she’ll be gone.
Lover in part, shell deny you her heart and deceive you,
And she’ll leave you with the dawn.

Désirée,
Will caress you,
And she’ll dress you in a dream.
Désirée,
Silk and satin,
All adorned in the finest filigree.

Carried in flight on the wings of the night she is soaring
Come the morning, she’ll be gone.
Lover in part, shell deny you her heart and deceive you,
And she’ll leave you with the dawn.

Coaxing you close to edge of your cautious existence.
Tempting and teasing, you contemplate seizing the flame.
Cursing the weight of your fortified mortal existence,
Her persistence calls your name.

Désirée,
Mind her green eyes
That tell sweet lies behind paper fans.
Désirée,
She will haunt you,
And she’ll taunt you tracing secrets in the sand.

Désirée … Désirée … Désirée