Sacrifice Of Dreams
You can hear the dream for tonight bleating;
don't you understand? for you are asking,
in doubt of my love, if I do or not
love you. If you know the throats I have cut,
propulsive jets of crimson for your sake,
that in wake keeping I remain awake,
an all night for your spirit and body,
you're my anima tonight my lady.
In deed I love you; how else shall I prove?