Object of My Desire

They say the windows to the soul are the eyes,
Well your soul must be beautiful...

Your touch so soft,
Your voice so fine,
Your hair so beautiful,
You should be mine,

I Love you so much,
My heart sings when you are near,
My bood runs slow for ice,
My hands shake,

Your soul so pure,
Your spirit so true,
My love will never end for you,

You know not my name but soon you will,
My love will be hailed,
My love will be called,
From voices in the heavens,
Until the heavens fall