it's the swirling mist
of Amarige
that makes my imangionation lick forrbiden boarders
so intoxicating is
my Amarige
that i'll sail it across the boarders, into mystic boundaries
so helpless is the scent of
captivating Amarige
that the faintest spritz
makes my soul weep and shake for him
will he ever make me forget
my life as Amarige?