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 may just subside.

We ache.
Our loss extends beyond what love would spell.
We're doomed:
We'd be one here or we would be 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