Tell me in what proper way, oh dear,
Can this man’s love be fulfilled?
Can my whispers be guided by your touch?
And my will be controlled by your wishes?
I was caught in your web of passion,
Mesmerized by the power of your eyes,
Succumbed my thinking to your hands,
And Lay in the garden of your love.
Your voice soft as angel’s song,
And eyes black as the night,
Makes my living drowsy with the harmony
And enslaved my thoughts completely!
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