Shakhan

Shakhan - G-d the Weaver

rate me

She's beautiful in face and form, way above the norm and in this cold world her words tumble out warm.

I don't want to die but in her eyes drown. I need her like make up needs the clown.

Her loveliness invades me flower atracks the bee.

She's a temple and I am her devotee.

Don't want to be alone, want to be with her.

Oh that I was the covers of her sidur.

I feel hot and a lovely fever knowing she's how a believer, that we are two strands and G-d is the weaver. Her beauty it is given, given from above I am captivated by her love.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

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