Lost Piece To My Soul

I hear all the heavenly cherubim chants,
Your name is a song for all lovers,
She raises her eyes, and asks me to dance,
A dance that I'll share with no other,
Her grace seems to make her levitate,
Her soft face rises to meet mine,
Oh how can a beauty and wonder so great,
Choose me for the rest of her time?

From the highest of peaks to the lowest abyss,
Your beauty, it shines through all somehow,
With the soul of a poet, I cannot resist,
From falling in love with you now,
You need not a name, but only a sound,
My heart beating for you alone,
Nothing so simple and yet so profound,
Can give me the love that you've shown.

For without you, heaven is but a hell,
And the summers be barren and cold,
Without you, these words would not sound half as well,
My other half, the lost piece to my soul.

by eochaid
posted on 11/09/2007