The Divinity of You

"A poem for the flower of youth..."

I come to sing a song to you
O my sweetest flower

You are a Snowdrop
In the Spring of youth

The dew still fresh upon your flower

Open your petals to me, my love
As to the rising sun

So I may breathe your fragrance deep
And touch you with my tongue

Let my mouth a moment explore
The sacredness of youth

And with my kiss come closer to
The divinity of you