Honey, be my rose
Shiver under my lips
Undress me with your flaws
I\'m thirsty for your love sips
You smell of old books
Of ancient grief and agony
And I\'m tipsy from the first looks
Like daisies on a winter balcony
Tonight we\'ll stop time
No plans for afterwards
Your starry eyes and a glass of wine
And our everlasting love affairs.