Lovers' eyes are meant to gaze Convey the weight of a poet's praise And hands designed to hold To say what lips cannot
Lovers live for embrace Their forms enjoined as their pulses race Their forms are steady and sure And this act, their bond restores And it's love without remorse
I'm told that you hold all things And without you that I'd cease to be Oh my lover I feel alone, and though I know these are primitive needs I still need you here to hold me A cup, a candle and this bread A table for remembrance The quiet awe of penitence The still refrain of broken men
In this moment weakness speaks I feel the weight of my being And for the moment you release The particles in everything
I am undone
I'm told that you hold all things And without you that I'd cease to be Oh my Jesus I feel alone, and I know these are primitive needs But I still need you here to hold me