Around my neck hangs a heart shaped locket of gold,
Encased within, braided from our hair, a love knot,
Taken without your knowledge, if the truth be told.
Itís just one of the tokens of love that Iíve got.
I sleep with your picture under my pillow each night,
As if you were my guardian angel on earth.
Dear one, I did not mean to give you such a fright,
Wanted to return the favor, for all itís worth.
I sing your praises to the moon and stars above.
That order of restraint cannot apply to me.
I can only look at you through the eyes of love.
That, and this telescope, thatís how it has to be.
Please, honey, donít use such a nasty word as hate,
Weíre two halves of a whole separated by fate.