No god above could ever inspire
my love like She whom I admire.
The temple where each night I pray,
is the holy bed where nights She lay.

A cup of wine.
A bed divine.
No world outside,
nor thoughts of time.

Our bodies meet,
our arms enlace;
our limbs entwine,
our lips embrace.

When lips first taste of passion's bliss,
in this holy kiss that we rehearse;
our bodies' grace is our godliness,
our bed divine is our universe.

Shrine of our idolatry,
bind our flesh eternally;
sear our chests with passion's fire,
adhere our groins of mad desire.

Forever our spirits in the Heavens soar,
however, we plummet - to the floor.
Fingertips chase over slips of lace.
Teeth they find all things that bind...

How savagely our clothes unwind
as we prepare on bed divine
to make the sacrifice sublime!

And all Creation comes from this
Breath we form in holy kiss.
When lips combine
Your breath in mine,
two breaths they form
one breath divine.

Déesse, mon âme,
by Your body,
All that's godly, I define.
For what could be in the skies above,
that I can't find within Your love?

Our love, it makes the stars align,
the moon eclipse,
and the solar shine.

And all Creation comes from this
Union of our holy kiss.


[End of Act I]

Why do they leave us?
When the sun is shining on,
When there's no moonlight to devour,
And the skies are blue and lorn (1).

They know loving, a different way,
A total one side ardour( 2 )
They keep shining, for our affection,
Even when the sun is strong.
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Such is the love, of stars for us,
For the moon and rivers and ponds,
Propel your worries towards the sky,
Because all stars do have amours( 3 ). .

Light the candle of love,
And love the light you have lit

Give attention to the fire
Let it shine, don’t let it tire

Don’t give way to the wax
Its pride lasts longer than the candlelights'

Don’t give way to death
For then, will be the beginning of revenge

Light the candle of love
Love the light while it shines