My Lord who wears the crescent moon as Your ou crown,
I am forever in Your debt.
It was You who first beguiled my senses,
Who spun me around until, dizzy and breathless, I collapsed at Your feet and begged reprieve.
Smiling You stepped away and my heart began to break but I was a fool.
You took my hand in Yours and led me not astray but to Her who is You.
Now my breaking heart is mended and all I can hear is Your laughter as I clamour at Her skirts, begging Her attention.
My Lord, I am forever in your debt.