I had forgotten what it was to live, oh my love,

Till you breathed my name aloud,

Till you reached out a hand and whispered: “Beloved?”

“Will you stay with me, forever and now?”

‘twas as if, oh my love, you shook

Me from a long and hollow dream land,

Cutting through the misty shroud with one pure look

And a hard resounding demand:

“Do dreams truly compare to I?”

“Does my kiss falsehood and trickery belie?”

I understood then, oh my love,

That ‘twas true what they said, about

Love being known only when dreams,

Paled beside reality, like water in a drought,

Your lips nourished my parched soul,

My heart swelled and I smiled...

The brush of your hand on my cheek,

Was oh so much sweeter, oh my love,

Than a thousand princes come,

To spirit me away...

An empty promise is a hollow promise oh my love,

And yours are overflowing.