Meet me at the garden gate,Kira Braun
Among the roses I shall wait
There beneath the bloss'ming arbour
We'll rediscover passion's ardour
Put your arm around my waist,
Pull me tight, my lips do taste
I'll reach up to your shoulders broad,
And by your strength I'll sure be awed.
The roses' sweet perfume, bedewed,
Inspires our love, fervour renewed,
And I will swoon in your sweet embrace,
Laying gentle kisses o'er your face
Never shall I break away,
With your gentle heart, I'm here, to stay.