You have bewitched we - I surrender,
You left me in the midst of pain,
To see you pass by - soft and tender,
When I was waiting - all in vain…
Your hands stretch through the realm of matter,
Your warmth that keeps my fields dry,
Your love can fill my draught with water,
Your eyes that measure depths of sky…
You know my name, but not my conscience,
You fear me - I know not why,
You stand beside me cold and cautious,
When you say no - I wish to die.
Redeem my vice of hating lovers,
Their shared love is not with me,
Relieve me of those lengthy hours,
And I will die for love of thee.
You
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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