Met you in a magazine

Met you in a magazine
I saw you smile at me
You might have told me earlier 
That my heart was yours to be
It’s no use, my dear friend,
To call security
You can run and you can hide
But I’m your destiny
It’s written in the stars of God
That I’m your missing part
No true love without a sacrifice
You know I own your heart
Now your passions and your wings
Can’t suit you anymore
Come and confess your secret love
No reason to be rude
Your whole life will be rearranged
That’s what I’m here to prove
I know you’re ready for the change
I saw that curtain move
Chez Clerambault
Zicotic randez-vous 
Chez Clerambault
Obsession Avenue