as a cold wind blows.
The Sun warms not
the heart as love does.
Thy love is as a fire,
warming the heart of thy beloved.
Oh, to be thy beloved,
my heart yearns it to be so.
A slave, my soul would be
to be beloved by thee.
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| How naked my soul, as a cold wind blows. The Sun warms not the heart as love does. Thy love is as a fire, warming the heart of thy beloved. Oh, to be thy beloved, my heart yearns it to be so. A slave, my soul would be to be beloved by thee. |
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