Loud as the pounding, driving surf
Was the thrumming of my heart.
As the southerly is to the heated land
Thy loving was to my desperate soul.

Bright as the dawn of a brand new day
Was the light in my true loves eyes.
As the southerly is to the heated land
Thy touch was to my desperate need.

To you I bring my gift of holy love,
Unsullied, clean and given free.
As the southerly is to the heated land
My darling was to my desperate heart.

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