If I were given a soulmate,
truer than true of my heart,
our souls entwined as ivy grows
on the Vines of Divine Love,
peotry of words would pour forth,
as gardens of blossoming Springtime,
would encompass the frozen earth.

The sea would be much bluer,
and stars would sing a melody
of songs to the rising moon.
For our song of wondrous love,
shall be a symphony of Joy,
that would pour forth upon
the heavens and all the earth,
and transform the meaning of love,
into new heights and new rhapsodies,
that only can be heard by those
whose hearts are sung as one.