מחשבות

I am the fire that burns your skin
I am the water that quenches your thirst
I am the castle, the tower
The sword that guards the flood
You are the air I breathe
And the moonlight in the sea
The throat I long to wet
That I fear to drown with love
And what wishes will you grant me?
You say: My treasure is enough to look at
It will be yours,
And yours it will be