Hytham

Your voice is a tender melody,
Singing my soul to rest
But my heart resounds the more,
Pleading to leave my chest

To twine with yours;
Complete,
For all eternity
To live,
And to die with you;
All in ecstasy

May my kiss be a poultice,
To your every hurt and pain
May our sorrows become one,
And together; slowly wan

May the distance between us fade,
And I become your wife
May our love grow and flourish;
Giving birth to new life

As surely as God gave Adam, Eve,
This love we share was meant to be.