And though the mighty winds push me aside,
The currents, they pull me aback,
I ought to resist, I ought but to fight,
That I might flee the dawning dark.
And when I succeed in fleeing,
I shall seek refuge in your arms;
In your loving, your caressing;
To linger in your sweet melodious hums,
To feel your smooth, carnation skin,
For, my, you are a graceful dove;
And I prefer eternal damnation,
Save that I be damned in your love;
And I prefer a day with thee,
Than one lonely eternity.
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