Crossing the desert, nothing is moving, no life,
The reality is different, the closer we look.
I spy a few whorls, of sand that have stirred,
As I feel new pressure and the wind in my hair.
No mystery left untold, when stirrings for you,
Can lift me so high, e'en above all the clouds.
I am from the light as you leave the dark,
Together we make heaven, what a wondrous sight.
Today I have come, to lift you forever,
Into my paradise garden, where we`ll yet share,
The pleasures and fruits, of a couple in love,
Then you`ll have become, the wind in my hair....
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