into your heart shall I come-

rolling like thunder

and the edges of your soul will I kiss

like whispering breeze,

softtly,

with my lips:

like a man destined to see you undressed

of the age of no grace

-of the night-

that was holding you, clutching you,

tight

of the spell

to which in your life, blossoming, heveanly girl

I cannot let dwell - -

into your heart come I shall.