We sleep.
Sweet images of bodies cross our mind.
Two bodies, one mind.
We wake.
Joint streams of consciousness beat rhymes
Together, first time.

We meet.
Souls rush into each other and collide.
We part.
Two hearts must split
       and one would sometimes fail.
We ache.
Our pain extends beyond desire or love.
We're doomed:
We'll be one here or we'd be one in hell.

rather hard barock
Am   Dm G7   C   E7
Am   Dm E7   Am   Am
A7   F Fm   C   C7
D9   B7   E7   E7
Am   Dm G7   C   E7
Am7   Gm7 E7   Am   Am