Speak to me, my dear young love.
Sing the song of lovely doves.
Pour your crimson love to me;
With all your sweetest honey.
For I am but a driftwood.
Adrift in waves and no good.
Compared to your rarest glam.
Shiny, richly ivory clam.
Though I'm just a speck of dirt;
Might invade you, cause you hurt.
Fear not for I am gentle.
Let's join our love forever.
My dearest you're very strong;
You can bear my love for long.
You're a deity, once a girl,
Who granted me a sweet pearl.
