Ever As Many I Try To Write For Thee

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