Malia

What was in the flower you gave me?
Perhaps a potion, a mysterious power?
Touching it made my heart tremble,
Its scent disturbed my thoughts.
In your graceful movements, what do you bring?
Is there an enchantment that comes with you?
The air quivers where you go,
A flower blooms where your foot passes.

I don't ask which blessed land
Has been your dwelling until now:
I don't ask if you're a nymph, a fairy,
Or if you're just a fair-haired illusion!
But what is in your fatal gaze?
What do you have in your magical words?
If you look at me, a drunkenness overwhelms me,
If you speak to me, I feel like dying!