The Sexuality Of Bereavement (1995)

In soothe I lend a gracious ear 
Your sobbing, somehow ual 
Come to my bosom. The help I bring 
Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing 

Oh, cruel love, when held by you 
My sanity does fly 
You lie there mourning with looks of desire 
'Tis beauty when you cry 

Drink my grieving love 
Desire and wine go well 
Sleep, I'll watch over you 
Relief? Time will tell 

Secrecy fosters passion 
You stay untouched 
I know you are alone 
With peace I care much