Alas, this day of all days I have begun to weep from the sorrow of my lover's fallen vessel ; she had taken her life as I was asleep
This sorrowful seeps within my void being as I reflect along the words I once spoken to her and their meaning
"I do not wish you love you like you do I, for I know in the end I'll only make you cry. It is my heart that is missing from this able'd body and I listen to all your confessions of love and lust, but I plead you to run
I fear you must
I do not wish you hate you when this is all but over. Grant me your friendship and give me your body, yes but I beg you please ... I ask
Run from me now, or to the grave you'll rest"
And not her countless hours of work to my missing heart nor her bountiful body in which she laid along me could even graze the surface of my blackened soul
She could not mend what wasn't there
And I begged her save her gaze for a man whom will worship her feet as the queen of his castle and never retreat from her hands in sheer anguish
And yet she felt she must continue her vow to seek my forgotten soul
And here that angel lays still as the service begins to unfold
Alas .... my heart have beaten more than ever . Alas ... she's above
If it means anything
...... forgive me my love
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