His passion isn't just
A touch or a kiss
but the way he gently whispers
How badly he'll miss
my presence my love
if I ever walked away
But deep down my love knows
I never could stray

They way he explained
his pure hearts desire
Waiting for me
walking through fire
Not the easy route
By a far thought indeed
But a temporary passion
Despite a humanistic plead

A short-living phase
Makes it so hard
Not to sing him sweet praise
For loving me true and pure and strong
He's willing to wait
To 'become one' through bond

My heart he makes soar
Sing and leap great distance
I'm glad he's so stubborn
And sweet and persistent
He's learning to lead me
Guide me the right way
I'll always be his
Past the end of our days