My Lady dear, my sweetest girl,
The shining candle in the night
You call me from the winter cold
To feel the softness of Your light
Your eyes I wish and dream to see
When You are looking straight at me
Capturing the wind of skin
Begging for the shelter, I would flee.
In Your depth I drown and feel
That all the rest is no more real...
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