A grimoire thats enchanting
Holds no temptation for
A woman.- Ars Amandi
All of the Eart is hers.
The heart of the all love philters,
The surest of their kin,
A woman, she from the cradle is
Somebodys mortal sin.
Ah, so far is Heaven
Lips in the dark are close
God, dont judge You havent
Been a woman on Earth.
