Kindred Soul

Oh where would ye be, Oh kindred soul, Oh lover of mine and vine With you I would rest, In only the best of vale. There would we lie supine Looking up at the stars, Or maybe at mars, We'd remark on our lives so small As the cedars stand tall, We'd look up at the wall, And marvel at nature divine With each new caress, We'd savour the best, That life doth possess Not in sanctuary's breast, But to put to the test, Our own strength & wherewithall So this is my call, To you out of all, That I would met in this life Oh please will you be, My lady, My love, My wife?