When I first met her, my heart skipped a beat;
with angelic eyes and a devil's smile she looked at me.
The northern winds caressing her dark locks
as an unearthly aura swept over her.
She stared at me as I took her hand
steely brown eyes piercing through my soul.
Her name was Helen, my angel de satina.
I fell for her right then and there.
Her voice was the sound of a chorus of angels,
be still this cold heart awakened by the sound.
As I lay myself to sleep under this crested moon;
I pray for just one night she'll be back in my arms.