Sta.sh
When the spring time of lovers has come,
the desert becomes a garden,
When the spring time of lovers has come,
The ocean becomes filled with pearls,
When the spring time of lovers has come,
the bitter waters of marshes become like sweet honey,
When the spring time of lovers has come,
Every stone becomes a ruby,
When the spring of lovers has come,
the proclamation of heaven has come,
Life is thundered into the dead and the dying,
whirling, dancing and laughing,
they know,
the winds blow and caresses the wanderer,
beckoning him home..
to his beloved's flower garden,
where deep nestled in a throne of thorns,
lays a rose,
Every Rose has it's thorn,
But, could it matter?
Reveling and dancing and whirling,
laughing madly in my euphoric ecstasy,
the breath of my rose, it beckons me home,
home, where my beloved awaits..
Be still my heart,
Entwined in vines and hidden daggers,
Splendor my blind eyes cannot fathom,
Dare I trust myself and my senses?
Be still my heart,
I chose to forget the naysayer within me,
so i closed my eyes,
remove worldly perspective,
remove your worldly perception,
listen..
breathe..
your hands become all eyes in the darkness,
Be still my heart,
do not be afraid,
just take her hand.
Oh Bloom,
dear and pretty,
you tease me with your breath,
your thorns and your charms,
As you laid in my hands,
you say, "i am at your mercy",
helpless
yet so loving,
Be still my heart,
I cry bitterly,weeping,
Such fact is not true,
Neither do i want it so,
A beauty that has stilled the beast,
An arrow that has pierced it's target,
A love that has fulfilled my heart..
Be still..
You slept soundly in my hands that day,
I chose to perish in yours,
be still my heart,
My life for hers,
I love her,
I love my beloved,
I love you.
Be still, my heart.
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In the meantime, can I serve you some tea as a token of my gratitude? 
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