Blindfolded

Would you know it’s me in the dark,
if your hands were all you had, to reach out and find my soul?
Would you know it's me, in the dark, just by hearing my heartbeat?
Would you win the tempting urge to switch on the lights on me,
if some hands slid on your marble, turning the stone into fire?
Would I be your king tomorrow, if another prince was born?
Would you cry for me some morning, either out of love or hate?
Would you ever call my name, if tonight you heard my voice?