If you, like the dawn, should grace my life,
Then all would bloom, and all would thrive.
My heart's deep wish, a whispered plea,
If you would come, and be with me.
Oh, to be with you, eternally.
The rose needs spring, the spring the garden's hue,
The heart its love, the body, a body true.
Each soul desires, a union deep and wide,
If on my heart, your love would gently glide.
Then all would bloom, and all would reside,
Oh, to be with you, my heart's sweet guide.
I am but flesh, no angel in the sky,
Lest I should stumble, and my spirit die.
This lonely heart, without your tender grace,
Will yearn and ache, within this empty space.
It longs for you, your love, your sweet embrace,
Then all would bloom, in this sacred place.
If you would come, and forever be.
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