Behind Thy Veil - Pantokrator

Threescore of queens

Fourscore of concubines

Virgins without numbers

Like the clusters of the vines

But you are one my dove

You are the one

You have conquered my love

Fair as the pale moon

Glorious as the sun

Awesome like the army of stars in the sky

Infinite and wide

Thy breasts are like fruits that I long to taste

That I long to hold

You are so fair so beautiful and bold

You are my love, my flawless one

With you I will forever be