A sight of such simplistic beauty strikes my eye
When I note the hour of the night grows thin
I feel her heart beating to mine so nigh
And I see passion written amongst her grin
Perhaps the words I wish to hear
Shall be spoken by her tongue
Breathing the words I long to fear
The sweetest song ever sung
Should my life be graced the chance
To hold her head so close to mine
Why it ought to be celebrated by dance
Have you ever held the Divine?
Perhaps this is a chance to take
For the wealth of your love to make