Come to me
Come forth
In my arms you will be
The Lord intertwined us both
You were sent for me

I wreck sonnets of Dorian Gray
Picking thorns as we've come of age
As sunset kisses the day
In your arms full of wild sage

On the bed sheets we cracked the slumber
I call it somnial rack
The sweetness of wine in November
As our lives met in the pitch black
With scent of Cinnamon and myrrh
Clinging on the fur sheet
The ornaments seemed far
And like red wine were your lips sweet  

Come to me...
Come forth...
Linger in the beauty of the sea
And smoke the fragrance from the north