Awake at night, alone in bed, Like many other nights ahead. There are some lovers who must wait, And though they often curse their fate, More often they rejoice instead. Their sighs like smoke hang overhead And feed the darkling night, but red And hot their blood within relates Their love does not have long to wait. And soon that long-awaited date Will have no choice, it takes its state As every day, once Time has said, As every drop of passion bled Has fertilized the patient gate, Their love does not have long to wait.