Hey, I am my love's and my love is mine. How do you dare cry love? But if my love were restored today your love call would be a joy. I would gild your crying beak with gold and you would be mine.
Although she happens to be refering to a divine "you," I can certainly appreciate Mira's very sensual musings for her love, Krishna. I can't say that my own religious devotion could be described as erotic, but this seems so... genuine.
Happy belated Valentines, I mean to say (in a round-a-bout way).