In the depth of the night my heart calls to you, to unite with you, to be with you.
Like a dry and thirsty branch of a forlorn tree, awaiting the rain of your embrace.
Like a maid awaiting her soldier beloved, or a soldier awaiting his bride.
In the depth of the stillness when all else is quiet except the ticking of an anxious clock
I sit alone waiting for you, waiting for your time to speak with me.
In the quiet time, I must love or learn to love to know you.
In the depth of my heart a stirring, a small voice speaks and I know how I must serve you.
In Love, I await, in Love I stand and in Love I must die.