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