Oh, you are a love song
written in flesh.
Oh, how I am entranced by you!
Oh, you are a living angel
come down to earth
from on high.
Oh, I am slain
in my heart and soul
by such beauty and grace.
Oh, how I find my very existence in you
that fills my heart to overflowing
Oh, your lovely locks
of flowing midnight hair.
Those eyes that capture my soul.
Oh, such a thing of beauty and grace
That fills my heart to overflowing.
Oh, how I find my very existence in you!
Oh, how you are so wonderful beyond words.
Oh, how your foot steps become holy ground!
Oh, I will follow you for eternity!
You hold me tight
and ravage my poor heart and soul!
Oh, a love song made flesh.
I see this earth is such a dismal place.
Oh, its impossible to believe you are a mortal woman!
Oh, for all the numberless years and eternity past
no creature has ever lived
to stir such waves of liquid passion and love
in my heart.
Oh, how wave after wave of your beauty and grace
beats and crashes upon my hearts sad and lonely shore.
Oh, unearthly angel
phantom beyond worlds!
How could any song be sung or word written
that could give voice
to your beauty and grace?
Oh, how my heart and soul
is forever lost
to your silent unearthly song.
A song beyond words.
Song of the sirens.
Oh, I know the haunting song
the sirens sang to Ulysses
as they rowed him from the shore.
Oh, haunting song made flesh!
Oh, the fire in that song
holds ever fiber in my brain and heart
in a passionate embrace.
Oh, the music of your unearthly flesh
holds me in bands of steel!
Oh, to be with you forever
and listen to your unearthly music
I would forget the world and all in it.
Oh, the rose is a withered and dead thing
in your compare.
Oh, life in your arms!
Oh, life and love eternal!
Let me lose myself
in your flowing locks of midnight hair.
Oh, let your arms embrace me
and lead me into the land of eternity.
Oh, love me upon a bed of stone!
It would be far more pleasure to my soul
than the softest bed that resides in a kings holy chamber!
Oh, devour me with your lovely and unearthly body.
Devour me!
Oh, devour me!
Devour me, heart, and body, and soul!
Oh, the music of your body
the music of your flesh
no earthly genius could write!
Oh, how the birds sing such a poor hollow song.
Oh, how you are the drug.
The drug that fires my brain and soul
in such an unearthly intoxicating haze.
Oh, sing to me with your body and soul!
Oh, my passion for you
when you are gone from me
has destroyed me!
Oh, how my passion and longing for you
fills my soul and burst it asunder
and I am left a poor worthless thing without you.