This longing, I need now impart
as words of love leap to my heart.
In cadence with yours, sweet, my love
they fall from heavens high above.
Is it sin, this ache, this bliss?
If sin it is, then I have kissed
with sinful lips and loved, unwise,
with sinning heart and sinful eyes.
I cannot keep from touching you
whether love or lust or sin is true.
I feel the passion's pearling rise
and see it mirrored, love, within your eyes.