Golden threads of a summer morning
Entering into her dwelling
Waking up so gently my loved one
Let the sunlight kiss her sweet face
Just as gorgeous as a goddess
If of kisses I can give her none
And her body’s golden fishnet
Caught my soul, shivering, wet
To release it back into the sea
After sunrise every morning
I pass by her royal dwelling
The white dwelling of my suffering
All my life I wanted of her life to be a part
To find a way to reach into her heart
All my life my body feels so dry without her
Like a tree without water