And if the past should be ever so present
As to usher mine escape from the planet
Then how shall mine nature devise
To conquest the flattery of long-lived-life?
To trust is to be made whole,
To share would mine blissfulness hold.
Wherefore mine perspective of the lovely
May fail your gayety and end in tragedy.
The immensity of the ocean donning eyes
such as thine, with such melancholy shine,
The tears secreted in the safety of smiles
For thou, my lover most divine
It maketh the world still and sun die
If thou shant grace us with thine presence
If only this despondency I could fight away
And upon this desert call upon the rain.
These elegances of our love so noble,
I swear to thee, my lover, shall me to life hold.