Ever as many I try to write for thee,
All the words like a soft sand slip away,
My soul, my heart, my dreams... All flee
And all the words, therefore cannot say.
I seek an answer from thyself...
How much with thee I fall in love?
He says as a brave knight compelled a triumph,
Carried it along the earth, and to the sky above,
As a rose and magic always dwelt together,
Circle beneath a circle, flow like waves
As a velvet passion that burns forever,
Tenderly wrap our bodies with praise
I love thee dearly, since before life has begun
I love thee deeply, as night whispers are done