Shanna

Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
     A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
     The gowden locks of Shanna.

The hungry Jew in wilderness
     Rejoicing o'er his manna
Was naething to my hiney bliss
     Upon the lips of Shanna.

Ye Monarchs take the East and West
     Frae Indus to Savannah:
Gie me within my straining grasp
     The melting form of Shanna!

There I'll despise Imperial charms,
     An empress or sultana,
While dying raptures in her arms,
     I give an' take wi' Shanna!

Awa, thou flaunting God of Day!
     Awa, thou pale Diana!
Ilk star, gae hide thy twinkling ray,
     When I'm to meet my Shanna!

Come, in thy raven plumage, Night
     (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a')
And bring an Angel-pen to write
     My transports with my Shanna!

The Kirk an State may join, an tell
     To do sic things I maunna:
The Kirk an State may gae to Hell,
     And I'll gae to my Shanna.

She is the sunshine o' my e'e,
     To live but her I canna:
Had I on earth but wishes three,
     The first should be my Shanna.

Whispering Softly

Softly you whisper my name,
Letting me bring you to a place far away,
Reality does not exist between us,
Nor does time,
Every moment passes so quickly,
And I will let it escape,
Then I realize it is no choice of mine,
Softly you whisper my name,
And my thoughts are for you again,
Reaching inside me without touching me,
Me touching you without reaching your heart,
Softly you whisper my name,
And I breath you into my life,
Slowly so slowly as your lips softly
caress my heart

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