Nothing He Has Done

Nothing he has done

His mind like a fire

His body that is sun

Has set my head higher

Than all the worlds wives

Himself on the wind is the gift that he gives

And all womenkind

When their eyes have my mine

Grow cold and grow hot

Troubled as with wine

By a secret part

Preyed upon, fed upon

By jealousy and desire

For I am the Moon to that Sun

I am steel to that fire

For I am the Moon to that Sun

I am steel to that fire