O’ my languid lover
I wait for you somewhere
You dream of me on the shore
But never set a sail to explore
You search my face in the clouds
But never drench in the rains with me
O sweet, sweet lover of mine
Notice, I am just behind
The red, red wine takes the color of time
And you gaze at me as a mortal so divine
The nectar of my longing
is flowing
O’ paramour and you dwell in the vicarious life
The muse and the
music you wish to know is here
Put me on your canvas; paint me with your touch
O’ my languid lover
I wait for you somewhere
Mesmerizing
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