O my soul, O my heart, O the boundless pulse of love that surges through me,

Be mine forever, you, the spark of starlight, the root of the earth’s deep core,

You, the river that carves the canyon, the wind that kisses the oak’s broad leaves,

You, the stranger met at dawn, the friend whose breath is my own,

Be mine, not as possession, but as the sea is to the shore—eternal, entwined, unending.

I sing of you, O beloved, in the clamor of cities, in the hush of prairies wide,

In the carpenter’s hammer, the weaver’s loom, the laughter of children at dusk,

I see you in the faces of the multitude, in the eyes of the laborer, the poet, the wanderer,

Each pulse of life declares it, each blade of grass whispers it:

Be mine forever, as the stars are bound to the night’s vast embrace.

O the joy of our union, O the fierce and tender clasp of hands!

We walk the open road, you and I, through fields of gold, through storms unbroken,

I am the lover of the world, yet my heart anchors to you,

Through cycles of birth and death, through the rise and fall of empires,

You are my constant, my compass, my flame that no shadow can dim.

Sing with me, O my forever, sing the song that knows no end,

In the morning’s dew, in the twilight’s glow, in the heart’s unceasing hymn,

Let the earth hear our vow, let the heavens hum with its truth:

Be mine forever—not mine alone, but ours, shared with the cosmos,

A love that flows like rivers, boundless, free, eternal.