Lie down with me on the lush,
green grass where youth doth stem and blossom.
You, the sun. I at your feet. A small and meekly possum.
Hold my hand and walk with me, down familiar, memory lane.
Nothing to lose. Nothing to have. Nothing to want or gain.

Come dance with me. Daughter of roses. Queen of the angels. Goddess of light.
Come fly with me sweet feminine, into the starry night.
If you want me to leave you, in the garden of your palace.
I will show no signs of due protest. Nor treat thou as mine chalice.

Let me feed thy sweet berries – the inner fruit that grows within me.
Taste the sweet tastes of my love. Of the heart that beats within me.
Let me feed you cherries sweet. Strawberries ripened. Passion-
fruit. And citrus fruit divine enough to soften any hardened brute.

Come feast upon my soul. My heart. Come dine with me tonight.
Consume romance and passion amongst the burning candlelight.
Let me feel you near to me…like the sweetest sound i’ve heard…
Just like a darling nightingale…your voice, just like a bird.

Come make me feel you love me. Come make me feel your love.
Do come. Do come, dear angel. Dear saint from up above.
Lilies. Roses. Violets. Do flower when thou art near.
And when you’re gone. They wilt and long for you to reappear.

So come rest your hands on my hands. Do rest your heart on mine.
Come tell me that you love me. Oh love. Sweet love. Divine.
Come make me feel you love me. That i am yours and you are mine.
Come tell me that you love me. Oh love. Sweet love. Divine.