Fiddler on the Roof

Do you feel the warmth of my breath?
The brush of my tresses as I shield you from adversity—
The whisper of my lips against your's?
The promise of my soul for an eternity?

Should you stand by the precipice forever, my love;
Never to plunge into your soul ocean?
My spirit awaits with a spreading net 'neath the waves,
Amid a rising chant, Ambrosian...

Delve deep, deep within your self, my love...
Cross your arms, close eyes, and
Plunge to the ocean floor—
I promise it'll take you closer, ever closer to your core.

Where I wait by to net you in
Before your breath should escape continuity—
Where my soul stands waiting to meld into your's
With the promise of eternity...