You will come, my beloved, will you not?
Because you know I am waiting for you,
Listening to the heavy breath of evening,
Listening to the whisper of the wait,
Listening to the sigh of my solitude.
You will come, my beloved, will you not?
For you know that, if I could,
I would spin the planet
Like an orange in my hand,
To make time fly faster
to have you with me at last...