The Maiden's Caress
White hands, silky and soft
When you caress my head
I have completely forgotten,
All that ever worries me.
Hands that are kind, flowery in softness,
there is a vortex of love which lies inside;
Your hands like medicine,
a hundred wounds were cleared by your caress.
They are like white birds
who creep across my chest.
They open with my kiss
and to my cheeks, they are sweet.
The story goes that a virgin's caress
makes a villain kind.
I was the worst when we got married
and kind when you ask for it.
