Tell me, Sweetness, if your eyes see me
Dear as a land after storm to a weary sailor,
A sensuous stream to a thirsty wayfarer,
Even if it’s just my wish to my own fancy.
Tell me, Sweetness, if your eyes see me
Dear as a land after storm to a weary sailor,
A sensuous stream to a thirsty wayfarer,
Even if it’s just my wish to my own fancy.
