The veil you lift for all to see,
That same light, show it now to me.
From your face, ah, tender grace,
Lift the curtain, from your face.
Forget your face, and let it be,
Do not unveil yourself to me.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
A longing held, for ages deep,
To see your moon-like face, secrets to keep,
From beneath the veil, oh, please refrain,
Or tangled knots of sorrow will remain.
My love, a glance, that's all I crave,
A glimpse of beauty, from the moon you gave.
Let the heart's desire, in silence stay,
Let your moon face, in shadows lay.
The lips, no wish, this time to share,
For madness blooms, and takes its snare.
Your senses lost, a world of care.
My beauty is a burning fire,
Will set your soul aflame, inspire.
My love, my rose, come to me now,
Your beloved calls, here and now.
If safety you seek, heed my plea,
Do not engage, nor battle me.
A question asked, a wonder rare,
Why such longing, beyond compare?
For I am yours, and you are mine,
Why hide from me, this love divine?
If the treasure's bright, why hide its gleam?
Why shield your beauty, from love's dream?
Though efforts made, the veil won't stay,
From rosy face, the shadows stray.
From your lover, don't you hide,
Lest folly's touch, you can't abide.
What gain can come, from hidden pleas?
Against me, no trickery can appease.
Therefore, forget, and never dare,
For madness blooms, and takes its snare.
Your senses lost, a world of care.
Whoever craves my radiant glow,
At sight of it, their life will go.
My beauty, yes, a burning spark,
Desire's fire, leaves its mark.
You cannot bear the burning light,
Departing early, from the night.
Hearing these words, the heart takes flight,
Desire awakes, with all its might.
My love, with care, come to my side,
Do not unveil, your face to hide.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
The veil you lift for all to see,
That same light, show it now to me.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
The veil you lift for all to see,
That same light, show it now to me.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
The veil you lift for all to see,
That same light, show it now to me.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
The veil you lift for all to see,
That same light, show it now to me.
For madness blooms, and takes its hold,
Your senses lost, a story told.
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