Feeling of Gold

So pure and untainted, these words I give to you.

No artist could have painted, a portrait of a heart so true.

A love, so consuming, penetrating to my soul,

Such a oneness, such a feeling of gold.

If ever two people, were alike in every kind,

Two bodies, and two spirits, but still having of one mind.

Could we, be these beings, who would share a love so old?

Such a oneness, such a feeling of gold.

Take my life, come and fill me, with the wonder of your touch.

Take this life; I am not worthy, of the wonder of your rush.

If I could harness this energy, I would surely be a sun,

Brilliant star, a million constellations, but still burning for a single one . . . 

Be my strength in my weakness, the very crutch that I lean on.

Be the power, in my every motion, allowing me to carry on.

To each other, we are second only to the keeper of the scroll,

Such a oneness, such a feeling of gold.

Such a oneness, such a feeling of gold.

Such a oneness, such a feeling of gold.