Bringing You unto Isis

Those unpleasant moments that have sorely
Been turned for me to try fate, are bitter.

As we walk towards the tree, I'd wish to
Wet my lips on yours, that I take at times.

O if I had to admire you speaking
From far away, I would fall and die soon.
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We can bring ourselves unto our splendid
Goddess, who nurtured our love, vast and swell
We count the days, like the spokes spinning on

A moving wagon, going on the street
If you said you would think of me someday,
I'd consider approaching you at night.