Come, breathe in my love and adoration.
Come, let it be anointing to your being.
A rhapsody in full score consecration
of all we are, and all that we can be.
Remove the silken veil before my eyes
and show me in your countenance, my love.
That I am loved more than I realize
and you are heaven's gift sent from above.
My words fall trite in burning innocence
and yet, I feel the words are very real.
For in our time of fate we have been blessed.
And in our love, your countenance can heal.
Come, breathe the thought from lips that never lie.
Come feel the love before your time draws nigh.