Jealousy was your perfume.
Over valleys and vines, your eyes extended,
all that effort to catch me out doing nothing,
not a kiss had left my lips,
no soul had breached my borders.
All that I was belonged to you,
like I’d always said,
of all the pretty things on earth, nothing thrilled me like you did.
Venus smiled, you exhaled, and I enabled toxic temptation,
ever adoring, ever devoted,
sweet, cosmic valentine.
All the world is ours,
so they say.
Heaven knows, you belong in my arms,
like I’ve always said.
It’s just destined, darling.