Our souls will make history
Your spirit draw thee sweet to me.
I'll give to thee a lover's kiss,
Dancing beneath the moonlight's bliss.
'Neath the silvery paradise,
I'll taste your splendid spice,
Wrapped in the sweetest blanket,
Of a satin lover's sonnet.
Wrap tender songs about me;
Whisper words of sweet beauty.
Show that you can't live without me
Like the blessed sky so misty.
Cradle me in your strong embrace;
Caress thy trembling face with lace.
Your love for me alone proclaim,
'Neath midnight stars aflame.