The innocence of your love makes all resistance in vain.
The enchantment of your body makes it hard to restrain.

At night in the vinyards
A glass of wine
Your silhouette.
At night in the vinyards
A dizzy feeling in my head.

The perfect embodiment of hair, blood and flesh
Just like a dark purple grape: sweet, soft and fresh.
The innocence of your love will not eternally remain.
With that repent, I make it end-
Platonic love drives me insane.

~ Florence