Never is forever,
Alone, yet together.
A pure old song would do no wrong,
As not to miss with eyes we kiss.
Strangers, in a stranger land,
Reaching out with trembling hands;

Crave for flesh and cry for touch,
Admit that you need them as much
As lightning through a stormy night,
Breaks the dark with waves of light;

Disharmony will come to end,
As to another soul we lend:
Our secrets that were never told,
Our hopes to bloom within their hold,
Ourselves to be forever Whole,
In brief embrace of skin and soul;