I’ll be the harmer, you be the chisel,
Carve me out and i’ll be forever yours.
From the thick brown earth my love shall arise,
For my desires will she be formed.
Ours is the wedlock of the gods,
Even when our mortality gives way, our love shall stay strong.
Raise your hands high and strike deep,
Reach for my soul, go deeper let your hands explore wide.
Today we take our first breath together,
Tonight we become gods…
(For Amaya Simeon)