Oh sweet love that tastes like nectars honey

Your lips like cushionson which mine recline

I have no need for silver or money

Just to drink your passion ripe like good wine

 

Oh sweet muse your hair dances slowly down

Over your shoulders like waterfall tears

Your smile leaves me shipwrecked watching me drown

as you take passions seed and all my fears

 

 sweet angel in the alley of desire

Sooth my brow and fervour this coldest night

Ignite my soul with passions consumed fire

hold my shattered countenance till daylight

 

Oh sweet love I need to feel you close by

For come the close of winter I shall die