I fantasize, I want to drink your eyes 

Still, I yearn to quaff them, gulp them, swallow 

You are warm milk to me, voracious lies    

Drag your sweet nectar, my heart beats hollow 

In morning, you slaughtered me with your stare 

The liquor of lust dripped down a pale face 

I curse God- for he has shown me your ware 

The sight of dark wine, never can replace 

Take my eyes, dear, to gape upon yourself 

For I do not need my sights anymore 

Now nothing can please my gaze of high wealth 

They die, blinded by the beauty you bore 

My eyes soon blurred, for it's very last spell 

I pray you kiss my head, wishing farewell