Once Dull, stationary it now stands
In motionless magic,
A spell of great Seduction.
For you mi-Lady we wait;
Yeah of gesture grand hath wounded Us,
See how we bleed attraction.
Daughter of Beauty’s seed;
You who steals my attention,
Beg You we must to enter this Contraption.
For within, flowers infinite affection
Waiting for none but your palms Perfection.