in love, — the romance of dawn has sent to beauty sleep the poetry which I composed it (last night) but if you'll feel a thirst for me drink its whispers spiced in lust, decanted in my inviting waves can't you catch the message… let your heart roll the dice to find its idyllic sculpture, twinkling it's chiseled with desire's breeze and satinized in the sea's pigment at the hour of our vulnerabilities