Love is but a shadowIn the shadow of evening Where sunlight sinks Drowning In reflecting silver Of moon and stars Their light A beacon for Lovers To begin Are you her? She who follows Silent Through cloister hall passage To my door? Not a knocking enter Just a knowing glance Drawn in by our fire No wordsEyes greet My blush grows brighter Than the candle's flame Reflecting on my young breasts A finger lig...
