They don't care what we say and do
And sometimes chat for hours
Not like friends we had
Who look down from Ivory towers

A soulmate never goes away
Although their chats are few
They stay and keep the memories
Of when they talked with you

- Hope

I even like a nice sweet wine
Or suck a juicy peach
I dream about so many things
But some are out of reach

I like to wear a nice perfume
Or play romantic songs
Then lay upon some satin sheets
In arms thats big and strong

- Hope