The Lover
The lover touches me
Suddenly I live - Sensitive -
She makes me, perfectly,
Finally loved.
It must be her greatest gift
Her fine and tender mercy
Pouring her anointing oils
Over me - mingling deep
Such wonders, mystery's moments
What dreams may give, and where
If only real, they'd let me know
Of when I would be loved
And should I, should I, tell her
Could I - reach her
So she would know
How her touch - Moves me so?
Not yet, or else I'd risk
My truest joy, for now
Of feeling in the moment,
As if, as if
So loved.
Suddenly I live - Sensitive -
She makes me, perfectly,
Finally loved.
It must be her greatest gift
Her fine and tender mercy
Pouring her anointing oils
Over me - mingling deep
Such wonders, mystery's moments
What dreams may give, and where
If only real, they'd let me know
Of when I would be loved
And should I, should I, tell her
Could I - reach her
So she would know
How her touch - Moves me so?
Not yet, or else I'd risk
My truest joy, for now
Of feeling in the moment,
As if, as if
So loved.
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