You want only to save the world,
and to pass on joyful memories.
For you never knew much of luxuries;
And even so, your eyes of emerald are not green with envy.
You simply want to show me desire;
the fires that burn passionately like the death of the stars
that I have no doubt would cause to weep your compassionate heart.
To show me that which you, yourself, sheepishly long for
and will settle for no less.
The best is still to come, you've often said to yourself in your head,
whilst you laid alone, cold, with faltering hope.
And as the hail mercilessly hammered your shattered soul,
your true beauty shown through.
You, more deserving than most to be allowed a bitter heart
show only love.
And more often than not, I have felt unworthy
of such beauty; a true entity of purity
to have the grace of which touch my very existence
to make me disillusioned from this prison
that had sprung from my mind.
O, how Venus hath truly taken favor on me
to cast forth her blessing far more lasting
than Cupid's most prized arrow of the finest gold.
Show me love, dear one,
and I will offer the dowry that is my soul.
And I shall live to follow in your stead.