The moon's silver glory cannot compare,
adorns your temptation.
In thy pale beauty, beyond all; most fair.
Captive of your heart, my destination.
Nights long bereft of love, set wildly free,
eyes t'ward the fairest star.
Bid goodbye to lifelong melancholy,
No sorrow remains wherever you are.
My heart begs to fill your loving demand;
I lay prostrate
before your royal seat.
One sure word is my euphoric command,
In servitude to you, I become complete.
Beckon me home to you, my prince divine;
Where the heavens
sigh as our souls entwine.