Lovers' eyes are meant to gaze   Convey the weight of a poet's praise   And hands designed to hold   To say what lips cannot      Lovers live for embrace   Their forms enjoined as their pulses race   Their forms are steady and sure   And this act, their bond restores   And it's love without remorse      I'm told that you hold all things   And without you that I'd cease to be   Oh my lover I feel alone, and though I know these are primitive needs   I still need you here to hold me      A cup, a candle and this bread   A table for remembrance   The quiet awe of penitence   The still refrain of broken men      In this moment weakness speaks   I feel the weight of my being   And for the moment you release   The particles in everything