Sharp keen, like a line is me But in linen you circle behind, like wind Thin palms and those long fingers I wave towards you.. Oh mistress! Why do not you come near Next to me are your features ! Blended, bonded in the essence of love And sharp eyes what mine gets? Thirst of you, and that smile you pour from ******* of love Gather ye! Upon me madness, I flee That to read you like a poem But the dream was gone , I woke.