Baskadia

Drown me beneath thy love,

And show me the world above.

Bless me with thy beauty,

And sing to me my guilty.

Wash my body with thy words.

With that voice as birds.

Dress me with thy fragrances,

And draw towards me all glances.

Feed me with thy presence

And let me hold you as we dance.

Let me hold you close

That not even air can pass.

Turn not thy gaze from me,

But always look at me.

Leave traces of thy lips on my face,

And over all your lovelies, grace.

Of morning blushing through the early skies.