Mystery of my dreams
If it were but a fond caress
Without desire for faithfulness
If it were but a kissed embrace
No search for truth upon his face
And hunger hid, not in my heart
Like dried up tinder, a flame to start
Then i would run to him in haste
Not seeing or caring, his soul unchaste
His heart not my goal, my life, my symbol
And yet to hear him... my senses tremble
A willing victim to his schemes
For he is the mystery of my dreams
