I will sing for you a lone song of love
one that have never been sang before
Neither recited among the tongues of men
On our blessed night of consummation
When all the birds have fallen asleep
And the nightfall closed her ears to our ecstasy
When all the walls in our bedroom becomes
window to another world
and our candles goes off to shyness
When our pillows are soaked with our eros
While we make love slowly as eros gaze in amaze
from the flamboyant curtains of the cold nightfall
As we slowly drift away to become couples of cupid
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