Musk: my wishes, your perfume

Musk: my wishes, your perfume

Musk: my wishes, your perfume;
Penetrating in the nostrils, me conquest.
And there is, in fact, those who resist,
but I don't have more fears
Life without your eyes, do not have light,
My way is lost. Don't give up:
Cry contained, lose yourself.
But your gentle, which usual olor
Denounces your steps, my beloved ...
Don't ever lose your road,
Nor do I want more feel another wish.
Your perfume causing, in this occasion,
The gentle sweetness of your Kiss,
Divine presence, glorified ...