Here it is. Part two.
You sat upon the dampness...

Mostly, it is hidden,
A time to live, not die...

To think about it's one thing,
Then to relive the memory...

So kiss me like you did,
My heart stopped beating...

Throw the bag upon my back,
Weigh me with an emerald sack...

Wilted petals,
Fragile frail...

So this is what it's come to,
Your decision is now set...

No one understands the boy,
By the maple in the rain...

The "long awaited" Part II.
You belonged to him now...

I hear of all the stories,
The sadness and despair...

Created by his art, the master,
Through the walls of alabaster...

This is extremely long, but it would mean it a lot...
Swinging high on the rafters...