Words like golden honey flow
A lux my lips won't taste
Chocolate silk of sunshine grow
Frame the traitor's face
Fingers brush through baby's hair
Cling to him like fog
Fall into her trap-like care
Ignore the sin it saw
Head upon her porcelain skin
Hand upon her heart
Lines becoming razor thin
Deal a danger card
Eyes to pierce the innocent soul
Lips to match his pace
Twisted lies impure be told
Twisted mind of lace
Never let the angel fall
Hold her in his arms
Warning of the wiser call
Look beyond the charm
Promise me a future bright
Fear to look to close
Swift as breathing, dark as night
What he loves the most