You have wept inside, so long, for a love
and joy that wrings those tears no man conjures
with their kiss. You have kept your fingertips,
your sweet whispers with all they feel and hope...

for the only one who can ever touch
or hear your voice. You?ve held this holy ground
of purest resistance, believing this
is the spot that truly is your birthright.

Let this be our refuge then in our tears, 
our touch and our holy whispers spoken,
for this is the place we should be in love,

deep within devoted coexistence.
And let this be our heaven; you and I, 
hearts filled with their tearful joy, forever.