If ever two souls belonged
as one
Who's whispered secrets before the sun,
Moved to passion by close
of day,
Whose quite surrender began as play
Whose desires moved my hand
to touch, to please,
Whose arms, who's voice brought my mind to ease,
If ever two souls begged
to care,
Whose moments apart defined despair,
Whose thoughts when turned
to one another,
Entombed their souls from any other
Who's eye's blazed with loves
passioned stare,
Whose lips, whose words drove my heart to dare,
If ever two souls longed
to embrace,
Whose love reflected in the other's face,
Who each break of morn did
say,
Wicked sun be gone, here let us stay
Whose legs, limbs with mine
were entwined,
Whose sleeping face, angelic, made jealous the divine
If ever two souls knew at
first glance,
Who from the beginning were enslaved, entranced,
who knew sorrow would be
theirs, tears falling like rain
if ever the other was given to pain