I don't really want any special rings
                       Or even enchanting tones in my soul as your nightingale sings.
No gilded robes with golden folds;
Not an ounce of freely offered money
                       Or sweet, soothing honey.
Nor do I really want any gift however sweetly intended to uplift,
And I don't want to tie you down
                       Or in the raging waters of my weakest needs have you drown.
Only you, if you would but come some day, not far away, to freely stay.
My soul mate, companion strong, to whom I belong;
                        To love and lead ~ I will follow ~
                        Love overflowing to fill a heart so hollow.
You. Yes, you and only you, to be reborn in your heart in life anew.
So let it be.
So let it be.