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.