I have loved thee centuries
before thy birth, ages waned...

I see the joy that life brings to drown this...
a mere memory that breaks the heartaches that...

You would dream catch me
free-falling into ambrosia...

Let me tell you
where the life song goes...

'Tween silver moons, an essence lays
to mend each broken heart...

Die in the arms of love tonight,
in the one fantasy that once urged me to let go...