No

Whom shall descend upon my weakend soul,
Will it be thou who hast forgotten?
No.
It shall be he who is redeemed,
He who is not but a poor man,
He whos helps all,
He, who cares.
He.
This is the man I once knew,
In which I told of how our parting was such agony,
That we vowed not be together,
But shall I move on?
No.
I shall devote myself to thee,
In stay within the boundry of love until dark death decides to take him away,
Away,
And leave me to live for the rest if my days alone.