Let me drink rose coloured wine
From your white hands.
Let me look into your eyes
And swoon into a bliss.
Let me kiss your rose-petal lips once.

O flaming touch –
I dance in in the rain.

Had they known your eyes in tears
Never would the Trojans have gone to Helen.
O grief of my heart, O joy –
Let my love blaze.

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