Sanguine Touch

When I muse on the cloud, 

I see your face and 

I feel as if I am in cloud nine.

Is it my madness 

That I behold you 

Or is it your orenda 

That you can disguise 

Yourself as a cloud? 

Tell me, tell me, 

Oh! My diamond, the truth. 

Yes, 

If you are a cloud, 

Drop your love of rain 

And wet me with 

The sanguine touch, 

I want to feel you, 

I want to embrace you. 

Yes, 

If you are a cloud, 

Drop your love of rain 

And wet me with 

The sanguine touch.