1 October 2012
Hopelessly romantic,
Face so angelic,
It was love at first sight,
In darkness he is my light,
With hair as black as a raven's wing,
And eyes as brown as autumn leaves,
In an afternoon breeze,
Soft as a feather,
And wears a lot of leather,
Has a golden heart,
That loves Mozart,
Is very kind,
Creative mind,
He speaks from the soul,
His name is Darren,
For he is my Saint,
And I am a Sinner.
Saint And Sinner • Opuss № I