The Desire That I Know Of

I beg you O’ Dear,
Please help me find my lover.
What will you tell him?
Tell him that his love makes me sick.

How is he better than that of others,
O’ Sweet Maiden?
How is he better than that of others,
That you do so beg us?

Polished & radiant,
He stands out from amongst millions.
Body of gold,
Head of crystals,

Eyes dipped in milk,
Spots of turquoise nicely set in place,
His lips of petals dripping with dew,
His mouth itself oozing with sweetness.

How can he not be worthy of your desire?
How can he not be worthy of your love?

Such fine is my lover,
The ever great charmer.




Copyright © 2008.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.