Your words are so gentle,
They melt the walls to my heart.
A chill runs down my spine,
Racing the tear on my warm face.
To be loved, to be loved,
Isn't that what we all desire?

Gods will is never accidental,
He created love as an art.
I hope we someday entwine,
Though for now, our own pace.
But oh my darling beloved,
We could be a slow burning fire.