Eyes that burn make night turn day, lips that make the ice give way. A face that shines like morning dew; As it glisten upon the earth so new.
A woman of wit, a lady of style; passion brings burring desire.
Thou has open mine eyes and my heart to joy unbound... Thou has pick me up as angel wings and has carried me aloft to soaring heights of grander; that even Kublai Kahn in his palaces so grand would pale in scope to your beauty and splendor.
The room is dark, bodies entwine pain and passion live divine
For she had entered his royal domain and her body aches for what he calls by name.
She surrenders her spirit, body and soul.
Thou has open mine eyes and my heart to joy unbound... Thou has pick me up as angel wings and has carried me aloft to soaring heights of grander; that even Kublai Kahn in his palaces so grand would pale in scope to your beauty and splendor.
Thou are more fair than the summer winds rolling along meadows nearly born, Thou has caused my inner voice to cry out in songs of wonder and salutations.