I would enshrine you in a sacred word,
The word with which my soul sends up its cry,
And with the chattering of a silent bird,
I’d give you wings, so you with me can fly—
With utmost care, on you I have conferred
Your crown and throne, but yet I know not why
I drown myself in little things absurd
And stay enchained to my own dreamer’s lie—
A kindly word from you is all I want.
My soul waits eagerly for you to speak.
Yet when you do, my heartstrings come undone
And I become so spiritually weak—
I worship you, I love you with my all—
In you my self can irretrievably fall.