Love Spell God

First I unlock the door That you might come to me I open the windows I cut fresh flowers I unbind my hair That you might come to me I pick some ripe fruit I light some candles I sing an old love song That you might come to me I polish the mirrors I shine up my dreams I bathe myself in the four winds That you might come to me It is all of no use You never will come Until I have given myself up To tears and whimpering, Guile quite forgotten in hopelessness- Only then do you come into me. But ever forgetting that I try everything else first.