I thirst for you, but when I see You walk in through the door, I see My thirst for you cannot be quenched. How can my thirst ever be quenched?
With every kiss your breath and mine combine — With every finger-stroke I feel your soul Intermingle and come in touch with mine — We are two halves of a soul, now made whole.
Shall I compare you with another, dear, As you are now to warm my heart — no sun Would shine on me, all rain would be my tear- Drops flooding lakes and streams until they run