my soul is lost
when i hear
the sound of your name
like whispers in the sea
his echoes
compel the heavens to weave
its magic spell
i touch his face
and all the wonders
there i see
deliriously
i feel his lips
with a sweet delicious scent
of an intoxicating taste

in blind adoration
with feverish admiration
i speak his name
and i am spellbound
he opens for me
sights and sounds
i never knew existed

but my words precede me
so i can describe no more

this prince,
this angel
borne of the moscow winds
blessed and kissed
by the drops of crystal dew
in the fertile russian soil

my life has never been the same
since i heard the sound of your name