The poet he did enamor my heart.

The philosopher engaged my mind.

The spiritualist captured my soul.


My heart he has stolen,

My mind he did seize,

My soul in his hands. 


Just who could he be,

This man before me?


With soft words he did take my heart.

With new ideas he inflamed my mind.

With his aura he embraced my soul.


My heart he’s laid bare,

My mind opened wide,

My soul he now holds. 


For me no resisting,

This man before me.


Too long darken has been my heart.

Too long idled has been my mind.

Too long hungry has been my soul.


Is he the one,

My only one,

This man before me?