Field Of Desires

In the field of desires,
I long for the fruit of love.
There is an orchard,
I want you to come there.
Hopes are high, affection is strong.
I want to wrap you in my blanket of arms.
In the field of desires,
I long for you,
I miss that kiss you gave me yesterday,
I become you, you become me,
And we become the soul of the love.