I want no red roses, romance or vapid poetry. Perfume, gifts and jewellery, these things are not for me.
Put no rings upon my fingers, nor chains around my soul.
Bring me the dark heart of night, an Adepts power & passion’s flame burning bright within a pure white Lily flower.
Take me by the hand and walk along moonlit shores at the ebb tide of the sea, lay upon the shifting sands of time and bare your soul to me.
Then under a canopy of stars love me endlessly.