He comes to me in the middle of night,
To caress and kiss my face,
His eyes of bronze and golden bright,
Are not of my human race.
My blood runs warm but his is cold,
Two worlds colliding together,
My soul is safe but his was sold,
Just one thing could make this all better.
Our love is risky but we hold strong,
And still I beg for his kiss,
To make me one and forge our bond,
And live in eternal bliss.
At every refusal are the tears I will cry,
And another crack in my heart,
Though one day he'll learn that I will die,
Then Heaven or Hell will tear us apart.