I'm glad you're not bewitched by me
I'm glad I'm not bewitched by you
That never will Earth's heavy orb
Float out from underneath our feet.
I'm glad that we can be funny...
messy, and not play with words,
And not redden-- a stifling wave
Upon us lightly touching sleeves

I'm glad too that before me you
Will freely embrace another
That you won't **** me to hellflames
Upset by me not kissing you
That my tender name, my tender darling
You won't recall in day nor night...in vain
That never in the church's silence
Will they sing over us 'alleluia'

I thank you with my heart and with my hand
For the fact that you -- yourself not knowing
Loved me so; for all of my peaceful nights
For rarity of meeting sunset hours
For our not-walking underneath the moon
For the sun not there with us, overhead
For you not being - alas, bewitched by me
For me not being - alas bewitched by you