Lay me to your bosom
I wait with excite, for her to wade in
Take me in her arms, lay me to her bosom.
And let the beauty of her dark countenance sooth my heart.
I close my eyes at her fondle
fall back again into peace within;
till she departs with her dark flowing hair,
gently caressing my face!
As the flecks of dawn wakes me from
the wonderland that she held me through, and the paradise;
Walking by her side, in bliss and delight
in peace and calm
I lay with yearning for her to be back
to caress me back into the wonderland
of darkness and clam.
Love is a lesser word; gratitude , too mean a word
I grope in the dark and day, and cannot find a way
to thank her for her ways.
In moments of torment and in days of tempest,
She holds by my side, fiercer than the rock in tempest.
Moments when I detest, my helpless state at its worst.
But still to tell her with an embrace be by my side
lest I slip aside into the nether world and be torn asunder.