Don't ever think
death can erase memories
my love conjectures
I live by the sense
everyday to prove I'm right
about how blind love can be
to abyss of loneliness
A day without you
is my body without a soul
breathless in the ballroom of air
you are like an old wine
whose taste dampen the mind
and spirit away from
it's sorrow talk
My love
everytime you call
your voice caresses me
above the earth and tomb
I can run through the mountains
to get through to you
all in good time
Let me hold your hand
one more time to confess
my love for you as it was
written in passion
of it's words and flame
the epitaph you encase
as the one you treasure
I want to turn into gold
for the festoon you bear
on your long sensual neck
if allow, our love shall
sail beyond our headstones
to a land in wuthering heights
My love
I don't know what
forever is
If I'm force to live without you
even my heart could bear it not
the joys of this world