TWO loves had I. Now both are dead,
And both are marked by tombstones white.
The one stands in the churchyard near,
The other hid from mortal sight.

The name on one all men may read,        
And learn who lies beneath the stone;
The other name is written where
No eyes can read it but my own.

On one I plant a living flower,
And cherish it with loving hands;      
I shun the single withered leaf
That tells me where the other stands.

To that white tombstone on the hill
In summer days I often go;
From this white stone that nearer lies
I turn me with unuttered woe.

O God, I pray, if love must die,
And make no more of life a part,
Let witness be where all can see,
And not within a living heart.

I want a world,
With you and me.
I want to give it all,
I can say that easily.

A world without you,
Is a world so bleak.
A life without you,
Will leave me so weak.

You are what I want,
You burn in my mind.
Everything that I say,
Finds you, intertwines.  

I want a big bed with you,
That we share in our sleep.
I want green grass and sky blue,
And I want you to keep.

Kiss me,
Kiss me softly.
Hold me,
Hold me softly.

Kiss me again.

Kiss me intensely,
With a great fervor.
Grab me, immensely,
Be tangled, forever.

Don't let me go,
Don't you dare.
Let our love grow,
This is rare.