The Lovers

The lovers feel the strong magnetic pull
Lovers, both in search of freedom
(How can we be us?)
Their deep seated loneliness
That neither admits to the other
(When will we be us?)
Their beating hearts a-flutter
(Complete in themselves)
Quenched in each others company
They redefine themselves in newer form
Each time that they move together
Silver tongued, the lovers' eloquence
Cuts this relationship to ribbons
Fire and air, they move together
One soul, two bodies, one soul
They stand aside to support each other
When can we be us?
How can we be us?
When will we be us?
How can we be?
When will we be us?
The lovers feel the strong magnetic pull
Lovers, both in search of freedom