[bad word] my love, 
pour your sacred fire into my darkness
And light up this house of life
For without your hearth to warm it
It is cold sleeping like the still dark frozen earth under the winter’s snow

I wait for your radiant love to burst open
Every bud and blossom
That has not even contemplated life
You are the first ray of spring
You are the sun of inspiration
In my house and garden of being [bad word] my love

My surrender is that I love you man with a burning passion
My greatest [bad word] from my eternal lover
And he is nameless, faceless, formless and when you disappear
Into his goldenness I am at your feet in sweet sweet surrender [bad word] my love, golden and new
The sun of inspiration is burning inside of you