The beauty of the ages
Engraved on dancing dew
Writes a fatefilled fantasy
Concerning me and you

Like Romeo and Juliet,
Two star-crossed lovers bound
By their hearts and minds and loves
And by their loyalty crowned

Eternal gardens of happiness
Are not where we shall dwell
But in the sewers of lonliness
Our own, small personal hell

For evil never was happiness,
Or so the old folks say,
And because of our lust-driven minds
We shall forever pay

I fear the end that must come
As feirce as arrows from Tartar's bow
So come with me dear, and hold me tight
Console me from my sorrow

Just tell me you love me
Tell me everything will be alright
And though I may not believe you
At least I may sleep for the night