I have found Love's face in the eye of a soul,
On our matchmaked lips,
In our raw but passionate sin,
Like a dwindling pendulum from a side to the other
Transporting our minutes into days
And its sinful passion fueling every holistic moment,
We make memories.
So I righteously cling to your warmth embrace,
My home of worship and rest -
With no doubt,
You are my holy passion.