Bathe Her In Flowers
She has bathed in milk,
Her skin shines and glimmers,
Lobes of her ears hold onto the pearls,
Her lips protrude without a crevice.
Bathe her now in flowers,
Shower her with their petals.
Scent the milk she has bathed in,
Let her be redolent of them.
Bathe her in the sweet Wisteria,
Robe her in the lily of the valley,
Robe her in the lily of the valley,
Bathe her in the intoxicating Gardenia,
Adorn her with the blue bells.
Now bring my beloved to me,
Let me intoxicate myself with her.
To ignite the fire inside her,
And lay entwined with her till dawn.
Adorn her with the blue bells.
Now bring my beloved to me,
Let me intoxicate myself with her.
To ignite the fire inside her,
And lay entwined with her till dawn.
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