How will my lover come to me?
Through desert storms
Or on tumultuous seas
From a dark night of the soul
To the arms of his beloved devotee
And his desire's plea?
Tell me....how will my lover come to me?
Will it be a starry night?
With a moon so full of heaven's purest light
With a taste of fog still misted on his lips
Through a gentle golden rain
Or on a Paris street...near Saint Germain
To share our first kiss on the Champs Elyse's
And secure my heart as his "emminent domain"
Tell me....please....how will my lover come to me?
Yet ...if without him I must be
Then my heart will take its leave
And go to the Father...and make my plea to be content
But there is one thing....that needs no query
If this be not the man I marry
I cannot settle for a mere facsimile.
For knowing him...I am not the woman I used to be.
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