The Divine Debt Buried in the Silken arms of Love, My life was gazing At the dark sweetness Of the blushing night Wooed by the dimpled Glory of a young moon “Midas touch of your lips Has turned my moments Into golden rain-drops Of a sun-kissed
The Divine Debt Buried in the Silken arms of Love, My life was gazing At the dark sweetness Of the blushing night Wooed by the dimpled Glory of a young moon “Midas touch of your lips Has turned my moments Into golden rain-drops Of a sun-kissed