I My eyes are glued to your person, Riveted are they like a nail in a wood. The charming fragrance of your grace Ensnares my mental processes. That benign beauty spills treasures. I wait, wait for our mutual harvest. A harvest of pleasure, not pain. II Grant me a bit of your attention, Grant me a bit of your affection Yield your fragile heart into my palm And it shall be held as a priceless jewel. These are not words of a boaster, These are the tidings of an admirer, An admirer who pipes love blues. Daughter of Eve, grant me passage, A passage into your world. III For how long will you be cold? Do not quench my blissful fires. Do not betray the obvious, Liberate the wings of your love Into my warm embrace. Relent not, For today is ours, tomorrow is vapour.
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