Oh, spirit, who lifts my soul on high,
In your embrace, the night turns soft and bright,
Your golden touch ignites my spirit’s sigh,
With every glance, the world feels warm and light.
You dance upon my lips, a tender flame,
A fire that burns with passion, sweet and fair,
In shadows deep, you call me by my name,
A lover’s whisper in the midnight air.
With you, my heart finds freedom’s gentle flight,
The laughter flows like rivers, wild and grand,
You paint the world in colours bold and bright,
With every kiss, you lend a guiding hand.
Yet morning brings a torment, sharp and keen,
I loathe the weary ache that lies unseen.