Opera of Love

Sing to me,oh nightingale, of love.and pure white skin

Let your breasts,move to the melody, and sing to the depth of eternity

With all your lungs, in the highest key, I love your voice, it's magically

It lures me in,to the deepest feelings, of life and death,and thereafter

For with you in my bed, dynasty, the wrath of love most elegantly

You take me to that opera house,of love so dear, and grace it be

The move of you, the sound so sweet, it brings me down into the room

I have no fear, I have no remorse, for the intercourse of which we have

Is the opera of love to the fullest climax, I beg for more, or I am doomed

For love is the voice of life, it will take me  to no other mood