Will thy love flutter in the pit of my stomach like a decaying butterfly struggling to survive
Shall thy heart pass before me as if a wind of an untimely season
Might I see thy tears flow downward like rain in an abandoned forest
My love for thee slips from my grasp like hot coals from a raging fire
My emotions runs wild like an untamed steed searching for his mate on a desert plain
I long to feel the simplest touch from thy soft silky skin
and I yearn for a glimpse of thy pale porcelain face
In hopes that my heart will once again be pierced by ye emerald eyes
Must our love wither away like dust of decay on a stormy sea
I will die willingly knowing that I once held thee in my arms
My heart beat grows slow and soon I will join you in the great beyond
‘tis my mortal fate that I should die here on the sea of lost love.