If we meet ourselves in the gardens of despair what shall we do or say?  

In thy hands I laid my heart, in your embrace I gave my love, in your body I intertwined my own
Thy kiss so sweet like a drop of honey in the meadow of my soul.

Almost done with the waiting, almost kissing your lips once again
Reach in the depths of my being; Claim revenge upon my body and put an end to the thirst that grew in the time we have waited for this moment

Longing for the quickening of my blood, the quivering of my skin; our eyes meeting in whispering  communion

For sweet is the kiss but sour is the aftertaste