Be a kindred soul to me, Not only in the hour of timid passion, When romance drew you close to me, When we gazed and spoke without restraint.
When hand in hand we walked together Like a couple on marriage's road, And after the sun came down the rains, And our souls grew weary, cold and worn.
Be a kindred soul, my friend, when Dull routine passes day by day, In sickness and in times of sorrow— Let us always draw close to you.
For so little is needed to possess What we have called by the word "happiness"... Co-sharing: a part with you. And only death Will separate us in a single hour.
How good it is to be loved by you, How good it is to love you, my beloved... Kept safe by God's own gentle hand— Each keeping the other from our youth.
