Although years pass with lovers gone, Into history books too soon forgotten, Without a melody carried by a song To graves dusted brown, not trodden Lay amongst cold ashes by the sea, Whose short-lived lives have blown away, For memories cannot still behold the key To rememberance's mausoleum stay, But you, you shall forever remain In this world where nothing is to gain. You were there before I knew sight, Before mine eyes saw beauty fair, In which I now take pleasure and delight To see thy wondrous treasures so rare. Yet, I am a foreigner in thy golden heart, Not knowing your customs, nor ways, But make not me to fall away, to depart, For here, I desire to spend my last days; In blissful glee and fortitude, keep me, Even into the night, when I sleep under thee. So, when I hear wind whisper by the sea, Calling for one to join her in a dance, I shall raise my hand for her to choose me, As not to miss my one golden chance. And when I see love's carmine rose field Above the waterfall flowing to the black pit, I shall know that my heart has been healed From when it had once been cruelly split. So now my guardian hast taken me away To rest peacefully, to lay, to forever stay.Birth sign: Capricorn
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