In Search of a Holier Consummation

Oh how I wish, my love,
That there was a union holier than this,
A ritual of communion to make us one,
Oh how I wish could rip my heart to give to you,
To merge your soul and mine,

Why should there be such a meagre means,
A bodily conjoinment,
A nervous pleasure,
To celebrate our wedding,
And the unifcation of our divine love?

Why does our journey,
Have to culminate in something so low?
A physical desire followed by a gross release?
Is this love, my darling?

Oh how I desire a worthy consummation,
Signifying the union of hearts, not just bodies,
Oh of what use is such wrapping of our carcasses,
When we have fused our souls into one?

Perhaps there is none greater,

No feat more sacred,

Than to love each other thus,

Perhaps no ritual holier,

Than that we already did,
When we wrapped our hearts into one.