You weave a web of pure emotion around my heart,
When I am holding you, I swear I'm bathing in silk.
I eternally thank whoever crossed our paths,
For I am undeniably joyous that I found you, my dove.
Am I permitted to lament my questions?
Allowed am I, to worry over mundane thoughts?
‘Tis a possessed yearning, a heart that would die
For the battle; offer my throat, and plunge
Me to darkness! Who would seek perfection
Once your gaze is met? All that nature yields,
Or art could add, dims my eyes with tears,
Loving madly your soul and body.
‘Tis a natural paradise, within all my pleasure lies;
You are the envy of all women,
An amazing beauty, amorously thanking myself
For ever meeting my eyes light.
I sacrifice to the gods, make this hour fly swift;
So once more, my love, I may grasp within my arms!
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
You weave a web of pure emotion around my heart,
When I am holding you, I swear I'm bathing in silk.
I eternally thank whoever crossed our paths,
For I am undeniably joyous that I found you, my dove.
Am I permitted to lament my questions?
Allowed am I, to worry over mundane thoughts?
‘Tis a possessed yearning, a heart that would die
For the battle; offer my throat, and plunge
Me to darkness! Who would seek perfection
Once your gaze is met? All that nature yields,
Or art could add, dims my eyes with tears,
Loving madly your soul and body.
‘Tis a natural paradise, within all my pleasure lies;
You are the envy of all women,
An amazing beauty, amorously thanking myself
For ever meeting my eyes light.
I sacrifice to the gods, make this hour fly swift;
So once more, my love, I may grasp within my arms!
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