The Lover of Love

My confinement, my freedom
My darkness and my sunrise
The perfect mix of breeze and storm
That's how I love you

My passion, my love
The rain of may, the sun of winter
What are you giving me, it is?
Maybe it's a spell, it's poison

The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole
The lover of love

My pleasure, my distress
My reasonableness and craziness
You have been everything to me
Rough love encounters, and kindly love

The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole

The lover of love
In dribs and drabs, I can't stop loving you

The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole
The lover of love