God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart,

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

Words Can Fertilize Space Now And Then; Don't Deny Yourself Becoming Enriched.

Now Even The Heavens Are Thankful That Because Of Love I Have Become The Giver Of Light.

Don't Be Fooled By My Beauty - The Light Of My Face Comes From The Candle Of My Spirit.

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.