Secret dost thy name
For I know not where you come.
The black flow of your soul
I know not where you are.
For the secret is thine own
And only you know where to go.

The slender of your beauty
Is not masked by the marsh.
The constant flow of your natural
Waters dost inspire me to know,
If before I knew not of you,
How then can I know where you are?
Fear is not inside you, for your secret stays in me.

The wetness of your own
Dries the fire in me.
Help me keep you safe,
Your secret, here with me.