Calamina, Mine
Calamina, Mine
by Marie-Therese Knepper
Calamina, you
turn me pink from blue.
I feel an ocean’s breeze;
you put my soul at ease.
Before your skin touched mine
I prayed for love divine
to stop the restive itch
spawned by a creeping witch.
And now that you are nigh,
I shout this joyous cry!
I need you so,
Calamina, oh!