Will your kiss be onto my lips tomorrow?
When winter shows its tears for its lost
Men will hold a
grudge, for my love overgrows
I have a passion, yet every verse in time will cost
My heart knows, this earthly tomb shows half your part
Beauty is your soul’s complexion that hides no lies
Heaven shows you’re a work of art
Age will scorn this eternal youth of my eyes
My vision still reminisces on the song of your tongue
Time reveals the nakedness of my love
I rip out my heart
and consume every breath of my lung
Just so you could hear my heart beat from above