Look!
The fire, the night,
it burns through my heart.
Lightning strikes,
the beating stops,
but the spirit lingers on.
When she looks upon the clouds,
my gentleness is revealed,
when she smells the fruits of her gardens prepared,
my heart will be revealed,
when she gazes unto the summer set, her heart will mourn as we never met, but amongst the world in which she hides,
my spirit of passion breaks through, and when she rests again tonight,
her heart will remember I do.
