Oh, Melba weakness of mine



and painful night ruler

to my dreams

plans forged end in ruin

as remains from empires

gone long ago

Melba, in passion

thine hand created he

to serve thy need

for worshiper who

with but desire became

such to his lady of Lima

Melba, ye delicate woman

of beauty spiritual

be thine wisdom reaching out

one in me with hand

oh, deity of feminine

harmonious as angel ye be in day

Melba, yet darkness fell on our stage

as did others take part in ours

on night ye oh, transformed

to she not of my acquaintance

in cold being of the unkind

to suffering in thine love

abandoned to dissolution

Melba, reasons unaware

feelings of mine

thou did not spare

but in haste ye parted

in society of one more

Melba, night of despair

was cast upon ye true

in depth of sorrow

for all was put to end

at hour of ye apathy

till morrow

Ariseli, Mystery Lady Of Sierra

Ariseli oh, ye of skin a dark

serving as cover

to all that comprise

body so feminine

Oh, Ariseli richness of ye cambers

take contour of lithe breast

of delight whilst rest

descend to legs true

of Aphrodite sexuality

rivaling ye not

Ariseli, for thou art real flower

of human daintiness

as thine scarlet so rose

in passionate clench

for he who be

but to drench

in thine ecstasy

Ariseli, to be thine admirer

true to ye only in thine smile

be nobility for me all while

we might engage

in act of flight so high

Ariseli, as condor from Andes grand

ye wings expand

as clutch of thine claws rush us to soar

in tenacious duel for ye roar

as I end audacious

for ye oh, me lady Inca