Eat my heart, baby Part 1

Nine circles of hell.
And, at last, having avoided payment
Into your arms I fell
You let me see you, you let me ask you,
As Beatrice, you could me rescue,
More that just entertainment.

And I see you afresh.
You are my personal Beatrice.
You made me rise from ash
After I burnt away like foenix
Killing my solitude, all my scenics
When I pretend to take to the bush
A scene from "Vita nova"
If for my fantasy comes to the push

I was ready to obey your orders,
It already on blasphemy borders:
No, you are already saint.
And any Rafael
wouldn't in thick oils paint
Thin symphony of aquarelle.
 
And yes, I am unruly.
I'll save in memory all these days.
Miracle it was truly
The way we each other looked in the face.

I know, you want tribute.
I see you in the hands of Cupid.
How could you be so cute?
Or - how can I be so stupid?

Under a fabric strip
your figure its outline is hiding
Heart with the letters R.I.P.
But it is not the horse you're riding.

You are as the empress
who didn't wish to be the tyrant.
And so the ice on wounds spreads.
Difficultly to say goodbye,
But it is already time to leave.
Sunshine falls down from your sleeve,
As you are glancing at passers-by
And I continue to stay too silent.

Eat my heart, baby,
As Beatrice Dante's ate.
Having pulled out from body with claws,
Eat it as long as noone knows
My secret feeling of love and hate.

From above only iodine - the grid,
Skin outside than chalk is whiter.
Thank you for everything you did,
Baby, you made my heart shining brighter.

Eat it or slowly boil,
Make my blood hot wine to mull
Seed in the virgin soil,
You're blooming flower inside my scull.

So my heart is yours to charge
So you are my wakening coffee,
It doesn't matter how large
May be the damage
For let you manage
It as a trophy.