My true love will always be on my lips,
The testimony of time, they will be.
Though my lips may quiver with anticipation,
Those words given to me,
With these lips, taken in tenderly.
Your words can be and forever, be on my mind.
In hope, never lacking, gracious to carry to the grave.
Your voice is my enlightenment,
To my ears, into my mind, a foundation.
A foundation forever, in love,
In hope never to be abandoned.
Even if the foundation can be carried away,
Your words will always be in my mouth and on my lips,
without one single loss.
The only loss that I have will be losing you,
Fear, of you being removed,
My mind losing every moment, awake or dreaming,
What will quench my lips, my mouth, my mind,
especially my soul?
That you remain, for to be who I am is your words,
In true love given softly, yet spoken.
Speak to me, allow the words to touch me,
This soul that was born, given for love is the reason.
To embody them, with full knowing you are my being.
Never let my lips embrace others that are spoken.