By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.

Let me drown in your eyes, O’ sweet beloved,
For in this longing, my heart is consumed.
Though I yearn for your touch, your grace,
I am lost—forever—in your embrace.

Each breath I take is woven with your name,
Each thought a spark, an eternal flame.
You are the echo within my hollow chest,
The quiet ache that will not let me rest.

I stand on the edge of your gaze,
Where time itself unravels in your maze.
In the depths of your eyes, I see the skies,
Stars and oceans that neither rise nor die.

Oh, that I might melt into your soul’s desire,
A whisper, a flame, caught in your fire.
For in your arms, I find my home,
And in your absence, I am but stone,
Silent and cold, yearning for the sea,
Yet lost in the vastness, where I cease to be.

So let me drown, my love, without fear,
For in your drowning, I am drawn near.
To lose myself in you is to live—
For love, my dear, is all we have to give.

O' beloved, thy love hath made of me a vessel,  
For in thy grace, my being doth now wrestle.  
As the Creator, in His boundless might,  
Becomes the ear, the eye, the hand, the light,  
So hath thy love transformed this soul of mine,  
To see, to hear, to move, and to divine.  

My ear, once mine, now hears but thy sweet voice,  
Thine eyes, mine eyes, behold thee, and rejoice.  
With every step I take, thou art my feet,  
And in thy gaze, I find my heart's complete.  
Thy love doth change me, like the sun doth change the sky,  
For in thy truth, all falsehoods surely die.

Thou art the light that in my soul doth burn,  
The flame that in my heart shall ever turn.  
In thee, I find the missing part of me,  
The mirror of my soul’s eternity.  
As man and woman, drawn by Heaven's song,  
In thee I find where both our hearts belong.

Thus, O’ beloved, thou art my very breath,  
In life, in love, in joy, in whispered death.  
For when the soul doth seek its primal source,  
It finds thee there, its union, its true course.  
And in thy love, so deep, so pure, so free,  
I find myself, and in thee, I am whole, and I am we.