Lacking be the life I’m living
If not for every moment giving
You the things that you desire.
Cry out to the Djinni, the smokeless fire.
And I will travel through the ages
To be with you, and every day,
I’ll love you truly,
I’ll love you simply,
Our tale upon the lips of gypsies
Dancing down and winding through
The halls of time, and back to you
So you can see that I would do
Most anything, should it serve you.
Yes, my lover, I am she
Who lives a life so purposely
Free of purpose, floating by
Unaffected by the sands of time.
Though grains shall drop and
Years shall pass,
It’s you who holds the hourglass,
For I am yours, but to command
And yours, the bounty of my hands.
And in serving you, I serve myself,
For in the virtue of your wealth,
I am given reason.
To love you steadily.
Love you simply.
The Djinni is yours for the keeping.