In the pureness of white, I float I dance, then flow, long hair in the air bliss-gliding I still hope, you will find me here…
I’ll be there at your door early in the morning. I’ll be there at midnight, dawn, purple orange dusk, My Love, my LOVE is calling.
Is there a sin in wanting to love you? Is there a sin in wanting to give all jewels of my soul all God dwelling within?