I'll rise from these ashes and kiss your feet
upon my back your worries will be laid
sanctified to your voice
I'll refine myself to be worthy of your presence
I'll be patient and wait for you
I'll masterly convict myself of the wrong and make right
This we make shall be a new dynasty
A brigade of the wicked can not hide your pure heart from me
greathearted and green-eyed that i was not your past but longing to be a constant
To perceive your beauty is an unmatched tasked
To be stricken by your love is nothing more than a plague of blessings
And to tell you these things is nothing more than me confessing my love for you