My love, rise from the ground that condemns you, from the sorrow that chains you, from your own fear of living. Rise, come say that you love me, that you crave me for your supper, come devour my being. Consume, spend all of your anger, see, there’s no deceit — our love is meant to be. Answer, this scream that throws you, this song from my lyre, this chant of my maturing. And hush, simply with my kiss, take for yourself my desire, this desire of mine to live. Rise, come say that you love me, that you crave me for your supper, come devour my being. Consume, spend all of your anger, see, there’s no deceit — our love is meant to be. And hush, simply with my kiss, take for yourself my desire, this desire of mine to live. Take for yourself my desire, take for yourself my desire...
