When my heart swears that she will breathe again
I do believe her though I know she cries,
that she might think that there is too much pain,
returned from a past of falsities...lies.
Thus mainly thinking that it's time to go,
although she knows her love's buried alone;
simply I credit her with strength to know
I hold her close so she's not on her own.
But wherefore she wanders if not my soul
and wherefore say not I that I'm not cold?
O, heart's best asset now clutches her fall
and pain now sears goodbyes that have been told.
Therefore I stand with her, and she with me
in our sight, there lies, a past memory.
