Let the warmth of your heart
Breathe through your lips
The timid words of desire
Long-sheltered in your eyes.
May your skin no longer shudder
At the sweet touch of temptation,
And be accustomed to the heat
Emanating from my soul.
Take this moment and hearken
To the call of the winter nightingale
Who has waited, ever patient in the cold,
For you to take flight.
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