Breathe my name with the breeze that rustles Through the leaves and part your velvet-touched Lips, that they may take my own rough ones To a place as near bliss insomuch
That I can smell the melting morning dew On your frosted hazel eyes through Your lips. Let me uncloak you with Trembling hands, and bid adieu
To whatever sadness resided in our hearts, Through your ***** and its plaintive song, So supple and melodious, falling Only on ears to which it belongs.
I've lost myself in you beyond recovery; Call on me and you will find me true, If God wills, as the answer to This most exquisite question - you.