Lady, Lady

How to confess
that I'm someone else when you're not around
that my time is a pile of need
How to confess
that I've become tender and that
truth be told, I need your love
and that in reality, I can only say

Come to me, from the depths of my soul
I ask you like this, because one day is too much
to be without you
Come to me, I love you and desire you, Lady, Lady
I'm an echo repeating that I love you, that I love you

How to confess that I've become...........

Come to me...........