Sabine

It’s Sabine

Like ashes,

You set my poor heart on fire,

Poor of love,

Poor of humour,

Poor of you.

Like an angel,

Of your white wings,

You come to wrap me,

To protect me,

Of all the misery of the world,

Bloodied,

I lied at your feet,

Now I embrace you,

We heat up.

All of a sudden,

My heart blazes up,

It burns of desire for you,

You feel it this heart,

Who beats only for you,

I am there,

You are there,

We are tired,

Come,

Takes my arm,

We are here for that,

I want to make of you,

The queen of lilacs.