At times the sweetness of your voice sooths my rage,
it sings sweet melodies of passion that I know lies within your being.
How can I live without that song everyday?
It’s like a bird that can’t sing;
The sun without its heat,
And the stinging cold of a brisk winter’s day without a cozy warm fire to warm your bones.
Who has taken away thy song?
For if it has been I then I beg thee a thousand pardons.
But if not…
Then I curse the thing with a curse;
that the sparkle in your eye towards me may return.
I will guard your heart if you let me,
And I will fall from the earth for you.
You are my “Queen” and my passion is with you.