Kindred Souls

Oh my sweet rose
Take my hand and let us walk
As we recite a prose
Then through the night we talk

We lay next to the fire
Passionately looking into each others eyes
Burning deeply with desire
And my soul itself sighs

As we draw more near
Our lips do touch
And all becomes clear
Of why we care so much

I sense a higher connection
Our spirits, they are kindred
This beholds a profound perfection
That will never be hindered

All I want you to do
Is to be my one and only love
My Lady, every day our souls will renew
Just like the song of the Dove