Kismet

(Title) STRANGER IN PARADISE:

Take my hand!
I'm a stranger in Paradise.
All lost in a wonderland...
A stranger in Paradise.

If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in Paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you...

I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare.

Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance
That you care.

Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in Paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I've hunger for.
But open your angel arms
To the stranger in Paradise,
And tell him that he need be
A stranger no more.

(Title) THIS IS MY BELOVED

Dawn's promising skies,
Petals on a pool, drifting.
Imagine these in one pair of eyes,
And this is my beloved!

Strange spice from the South,
Honey through a comb, sifting.
Imagine these in one eager mouth.
And this is my Beloved!

And when she speaks,
And when she talks to me,
Music! Mystery!

And when she moves,
And when she walks with me,
Paradise comes suddenly near!

All that can stir,
All that can stun,
All that's for the heart's lifting.
Imagine these in one perfect One!
And this is my Beloved!
And this is my... Beloved!...