The Goddess whispered again
In the early hours of dawn
She whispered your name again, Love,
In a voice so strict, so severe,
Denoting at how bent she is
On seeing both our bodies, our hearts
And our souls, united, in a bond which shall
Be blessed for eons on end by the Gods themselves!
I shall tell you about it,
All I wait is for you to open your heart
And let me be the maestro to the violin tunes
That are being played there
All I wait is for is for you to open your mouth
And ask me, of what I have, so urgently,
To recount to you!
All I wait for is for when you shall grab my hands
And tell me,
That you will never let go!
Why, I have had my share of bad luck
I presume so you have you
But my whole being tingles with your essence
You play with my moods as if you were my puppeteer
I live for you, I reveal myself only to you
I have written, since the beginning,
Only for you and shall keep doing so as long as I can!
I shall bloom only for you
And I shall wilt, solely by your side
Knowing that our souls shall both be saved
By the same Goddess who whispered it to me
That you and I have to be one!
The Goddess whispered again, Love,
I am drenched in impatience
For the becoming of what is come!
Pray, make me not wait anymore!