Stranger to all eyes but mine
Oh mysterious knight
Hidden from all senses but the heart
Your eyes pierce through my soul
You are the one who shares my secrets
Who has explored the hidden realms of my being
Dear stranger your touch is so familiar
It’s the touch of dew drops on the morning flower
How can this touch be anything but pious?
Your touch has sprouted the seeds of love lying dormant inside me
You bring me the message I have long waited for
Let them judge me
Let them crucify me
The god residing in my inner shrine
Bears witness to the sanctity of my love
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