Burning scents and fragrants of exotics flowers An eerie music drifts from eastern tows A whisp of trailing vail a muslim's evening whail You in the midst of my mirage
Soft hands caress me through the mistic night Warm lips that thrill me with such strange delight My love's a dessert flower, that blooms for just an hour Then fades and dies with my mirage
Frame as you are in my memory, just the thought of you awakes my desire Longing to fan smoldering embers of dreams into reality's fire
Come to my arms and let my hands retouch And hold again the love that hurts so much The east sleep's in my mind, why can't I wait to find You are real and this is no mirage
