Galatea

Purest Milk,
The Sweetest Song,
In your Arms,
I can do no wrong,

Galatea, I love you,

Lift me up with just a whisper,
As the night turns into day,
And spider weave their webs anew,
I taste dew drops,
And dream of you,

Galatea, I love you,

Your Softest skin,
Your Siren song,
I’m here with you,
There’s Nothing Wrong,
And if I kiss,
Your yielding lips.
Bestow to me,
Such acquiescent bliss,

Galatea, I love you,
None can say that it’s not true,
Galatea, I love you,
And I shall lay right here beside you,

None is the right of the civilian to question,
That love of ours, no inquisition,
Could ever brand the two apart,
And here I have half of your heart,
And half of mine it beats with yours,
A Strong and eternal, two voice chorus
Such magical harmony,
And Mystical Sound,
Never shall be turned into the ground,

Galatea,
Galatea,
Galatea, I love you. . .