I have died a hundred times, Beloved, yet Your fragrance brought me back. I have lost my soul a hundred times yet Your voice brings it back. The vow we made in that glorious hour You kept; I broke it a hundred times tricked by my desire to reach You. How I long to set my eyes on You again and offer my heart as bait for Your love. You are the flame burning in the hearts of men circling like the moon around the azure dome of my heart.
