O' thou whose face alights my soul,
bestow your precious gifts on me.
You are a song within my breast,
your soft caress, love's melody.
Imprisoned by desire's chains,
your face a dream, I cherish dear;
teased by the joy of a satin blossom,
I long to stroke your flesh so fair.
As twilight falls with silver glow,
on wings of rapture, we shall soar;
scaling heights of newfound pleasure,
we shall arrive at Eden's door.
Amid sylvan glades and rose strewn paths,
we shall drink eternal bliss.
Tarry not and take my hand, love;
welcome love's exquisite kiss.
Music: "Romeo and Juliet"
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