Out here in the far South of Atlantic,
I have learnt something quite terrific,
Your lovely skin is what I adore,
And is just what am fighting for.
Never really looked close at your red eyes,
But now they haunt me night and day,
And your blonde hair is an auspicious prize,
That I value more than I can say.
This life I left you for is a bore,
With a loneliness that scares the hell out of me,
Empty and replete with restlessness too,
Soon am coming back to you.
Pretty pink skin, red eyes, blonde hair,
Change that a little and I won’t care at all,
But I simply couldn’t love you, dear,
If your resplendent Soul wasn’t there.