I sleep tonight anxious to rise, And kiss your lips as sweet as wine, So I awaken to surprise, The woman lying there is mine.
My dreams no match for when I rise, Drunk on her love like sweetest wine, That she loves me is my surprise, I love her and her love is mine.
The sun could someday fail to rise, But still I would drink of her wine, A sunless day is no surprise, For my light is this love of mine.
Her touch is all I need to rise, Sheβs rarer than the finest wine, When our flesh meets to my surprise, She says to me, βYou, too, are mine.β
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