How many days have bloomed, my love, in your embrace?
Some vanished, some I hold within this space.
I'm weary, reading your veiled words, it's true,
To truly know you, beauty, is beyond my view.
Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
One message lost, a silence takes its hold,
From all sides, this truth must now unfold.
Tell me, darling, if someone asks of you,
You hide yourself, if someone seeks anew.
If I come searching, will you be found, my dear?
Will you leave a trace, a memory to hold near?
Will you leave the door of your room ajar?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
Do you recall that moment, that desire,
That never blossomed, that unspoken fire?
When I sank deep, when something did arise,
Did you drown too, my love, before my eyes?
Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
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