I now am conscious with this ectasy
Which brings me nearer to the child in me
Thou gav'st the comrad whom I now
no more can do without
Though cold and scornful he
O' Protecteur
We're so alike but too dark in heart
O' Protecteur
We're so alike but still apart
Demeans me to myself and with a breath
A word transforms this gift to nothingness
Within my breast he fans a lawless fire
Unwearied for that fair and lovely form
Thus in desire I hasten to enjoyment
Thus in desire I hasten to enjoyment
And in enjoyment pine to feel desire
