Now hold me in your arms, and we
shall breathe as One,|
In rythyms soft, and whispers sweet, beneath the morning sun!
Thus drowning in love's wine, from moistened lips we drink
In passion's depthless ocean, do happilly we sink
The earth has stopped its course, and time has cuffed its wings
The bluebird stops to sing the morning song he always sings.
When love shall take to flight, and spill a thousand hues,
There'll be no other truths, no moments left to lose
Then only you and I, in passion's sweet caress
Will quench the thirst of Love, in quiet happiness!