Sugar sweet lips,
Tender curving hips.
Shiny eyes of blue,
Cheeks a careful hue.
Your beauty will be mine
As I spill your red wine.
Earthy browns will do,
Truly suiting you.
The day my eyes lay
First upon you, soft as clay
You were mine to be,
Else dead of me.
The grave truth of life,
Is all made of strife.
Fleeting pain
Eternal gain.
Nonsense all through this,
Words on the wind of a gentle hiss.
Yours and mine, an icy kiss
Sucrose tis.
Be my sucrose sweet one
Forever sucrose sweet one.
Sweet heart of a crystal part.
Sucrose honey dead.
