DESCRIPTION:
A song I wrote back in May 2008. Finally I've managed to make an acceptable recording of it. Mind you, it's still only a demo.

Listen, oh listen, Dolores, to me,
Nymph of the Forest where Venus she liveth.
Listen, I pray that some Daye it will be
That Venus your Love to me giveth.
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!

Evening had come, and the Daye it was donne,
Deep in the Grove where the Flowers do blossome.
There did I see thee, a Lighte from thee shonne.
A fire it lit in my Bosomme.
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!

Softlye your Eyes you did cast uponne me,
Hotte like the Coals of the fiery Furnace.
Rapte by thy Countenance, gazing on thee,
"I love thee," I spoke out in Murmurs.
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!

Love hath consumed me, for ever since thenne,
Lovely Dolores, thine Eyes they have bounde me
There in the Grove where the sad Hearts of Menne
Rejoice in the Lighte that's around thee.
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!

Dark is thy Countenance, darker thine Hair.
Darkness and Light they do both sitte within thee.
Full are thy Breasts, other Womenne do stare,
All burning with Rage and with Envye.
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!

Brown is thy Skinne, and so silken and softe,
Gracefully nubile the shape of thy Body.
Merciless Beauty, thy Looks are aloft.
In truth, I must say, you're a Hottie!
Dolores, Dolores, my Love!