Upon pale cheeks, a mole of night,
How joyfully it takes its light.
Upon pale cheeks, a mole of night,
How joyfully it takes its light.
You, beloved, my very life,
You, my soul, beyond all strife.
Tell me, how did such grace descend?
Your love's spring, it did extend.
I have enshrined you in my heart,
Upon pale cheeks, a mole of night,
How joyfully it takes its light.
You, beloved, my very life,
You, my soul, beyond all strife.
In my eyes, I’ve held you, my soul,
Hold me close, let love make whole.
Do not gaze with thirsty eyes,
Nor speak with such sweet, veiled lies.
You will cool me with your grace,
I will cool you with my embrace.
Your words, they've wounded me this day,
If you touch, what then will play?
Upon pale cheeks, a mole of night,
How joyfully it takes its light.
You, beloved, my very life,
You, my soul, beyond all strife.
Come, let me feed you sweet orange bright,
Play some music, my king, with all your might.
Your waist, so thin, like a spinning wheel,
Bites my heart, a serpent's feel.
The pleasure in your arms I find,
Beloved, nowhere else defined.
Morning nears, let talk subside,
Who shall we meet? Unveil your tide.
Upon pale cheeks, a mole of night,
How joyfully it takes its light.
You, beloved, my very life,
You, my soul, beyond all strife.
Tell me, how did such grace descend?
Your love's spring, it did extend.
I have enshrined you in my heart.
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