Whilst the whole world is asleep
I am thinking of thee, my bravo
The thoughts of thee seep
Through my heart, desperado.
Thy absence feels like
A thousand daggers piercing me;
The soldier who wields the pike,
Wayfare across the vast sea.
Come, wield the yearning maiden,
The one who longs to see thou;
To betroth thou to be thine;
And let us together thrive and dow.
I do have a million sweven,
To lie on thy lap
In our own beautiful garden
And take a tranquil nap.
To dance with thou,
To ruffle your sleek, chestnut hair;
And play in our meadow
With our lovely heir.
My bravo, I am aspiring
To feel thy presence
And to effectuate my longing;
Of my being, thou art the only essence.
Come sooner to consummate
My existence and my whole;
For in thou I found my fate;
Come to complete my passionate soul.
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